A Fairie Vale by the River
A world of gold and silvery glitter

A city built of webs and dew
where winged fairies dance two by two

they merrily sing and play
among lost trinkets in the grass they lay

drinking goblets of fairie wine
and casting spells to pass the time

birds and beasts protect this land
as fairies keep them close at hand

the moon smiles down on their merriment
and stars wink kisses in excitement

dresses of sheer and lace
and their beauty requires no painted face

the sun comes now and darkness goes away
she always brings another day

the fairies run up into the trees
and watch from autumn's golden leaves

the sky turns grey before turning blue
and sunlight's glow wakes the river too

it rushes down the rocky path
not angry, hateful, or filled with wrath

during the light fairies hide in trees
and chat away with friendly bees

they spend their days hidden from the sun
but are still determined to have fun

for upon the days close they will again come out
to drink and sing and dance about