IT IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

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

26^th June 2013

All Rights Reserved

TAKEN FROM THE CHILDREN'S BOOK OF POEMS

'SIMPLY MAGICAL'