Faries dance in the breeze,

Singing a tune in the evening.

Long hair and ragged dresses,

Color every shade of spring.

Wind blowing in their hair,

Joy and harmony heard everywhere.

Nymphs of the land and sea,

Journey to lands of mystery.

Secrets of life and love they keep,

Words, speaking none.

Wings as thin as air,

Silence is all there is to be found.

Pixies tiny and fragile in every way,

Fly between the branches as they sway.

Sweet nothing whispered silently,

In time they turn gradually.

Gone without a sound,

Never to be seen.