IT IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF
Fairy tales without the puppy dog tails
Fairy tales of long, long ago
Fairy tales when the dreams just flow
and flow
Fluttering their golden wings here and
there
Her wings so thin that they may break
But never fear they are too strong,
The tips of her wings like the Peacocks
Oh how they shine, oh divine
The magical, mystical little fairy girl
Her hair a golden, golden gleaming
colour
She has made a daisy garland that adorns
her head
She is the fairy of the land of nature
This little fairy girl holds what is so
dear
The trees and all its leaves, the
branches reaching
Tall and thin, the trunk so sturdy that
it shall not fall
The grass so green, clean and clear
Within her hands she holds a doll
This doll is exactly just like her
Her dress an electric blue, oh what a
hue!
When the night falls the stars do shine
Bringing much laughter that is yours and
mine
They twinkle, sparkle from heavens
divine
If you watch carefully, very carefully
They will be dancing a very happy tune
But these aren’t just twinkling stars oh
no!
They are the magical, mysterious, and
mythical
Fairies dancing just for you in your
midnight dreams
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
26th June 2013
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