'Are there fairies in your garden? '
'Why yes, as I recall
You probably can't see them
Because they're very small.'
'Do they live down at the bottom? '
'No, they're far too posh for that,
They live right by the fish pond
With a lookout for the cat.'
'Do they live beneath a toadstool? '
'No, they have their own small homes,
You can see their little village
Surrounding the stone gnomes.'
'Do you often see them flying? '
'No, not in the winter dear,
They prefer to fly in sunshine
When the water's very clear.
I think they like to see themselves
Mirrored in the pond,
I'm afraid you'd only see them
If they waved their magic wand.'
'I wish that I could see them.'
'Well maybe sometime soon,
When you're sitting quietly
Beneath a summer moon.
You'll see a flash of colour
Hovering nearby
Where dragonflies dance silently
The fairies sometimes fly.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem