
Come here my child
Sit down with me
I’ll tell you tales of the mystery
How sprites and fairies do exist
We are not just a bookish myth
When the woods are quiet and dark
If you look carefully you might see a spark
Just a wee bit of light, it comes from me
At night my wings light up you see
When you are all snuggled in your bed
There’s no need our presence to dread
We’ll fly and sit on your window sill
Keep you from harm and any ill
When next you read your fairytales
Think of what I said on this forest trail
No need to be frightened from the tales in a book
Remember the words from me you took
We watch over little ones like you
Until the sun rises on forest dew.
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This is great poem. A beautiful concept. 🧚♂️
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