Mystery of the Woods


Garden bells ring by
when stars all shine in the sky.
Air blows to and fro
inspiring shoots to newly grow.
Fairies spring, when stars glow
into the woods where melodies flow.
Falls pour gently there.
Fairies waltz together here.
In the dead of night, when the moon glints up
buds bloom with fairy love.
Fairies wend, breaking dawn.
Fragrance flares when fairies are gone.

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