Faeries - Poem by pickle juice
Faeries are the creatures of fantasy;
A childhood tale.
Unable to explain the ecstacy,
We try to imagine such beauty but we simply fail.
Nobody knows the things they really do
As they lurk in the forest
Helping to make the morning new,
And the animals to sing their chorus.
They assist the sparrow in building her nest,
They help the newborn fawn take its first leap,
They fill the hare with calm as it lays down to rest,
And they secure the forest, for it is theirs to keep.
Faeries are a never ending mystery,
As we try to discover more
About their fascinating history
And their majestic allure.
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