'Twas a crisp and lovely night,
with magic floating round.
First came a host of flower fairies
a'holding roses in their miniature hands.
Then arrived a party of elves fair.
They danced and sang in a circle,
their golden hair streaming behind.
Out of the stream came a naiad,
draped in beautiful silk.
Then, melting out of the trees came hundreds of mischief-making dryads, dancing round the clearing.
Fairies tossing flowers,
The voices of elves,
The naiads giggling & the dryads dancing.
There was a forest of magic that night.
I just happened on this blog... I can't believe no one commented on this poem. It's really good! (And I love your blog.)
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