Little fairies building castles-
Way up high- Up in the sky-
Sitting on marshmallow clouds-
Chewing cotton candy.
Gleaming little eyes.
Shining in the sky-
Asking for warm wine.
Thick sand.
Melting away quick sand.
Strapped in caravans-
Earning rainbow strips-
Painting lonely street lights.
Jacked a pot full of gold.
Marching all the way home.
A place that I call home.
Everyone missing green.
Drinking green hazel tea.
Prancing grey dreams-
Milk full of memories.
Kids dreaming for eternity.
Trust me; I'm a talking tree.
Little fairies building castles-
Only to those who dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem