As the clock struck twelve
That magical hour
A little winged creature
Popped from under a flower.

"It's a Fairy"...he uttered
In childhood simplicity.
As he watched in wonder
This young boy from the city.

There's another, and another
Was his gently cry
As a little elf flew in
On the wings of a dragonfly.

How busy they are
As they bustle around.
Their gentle chatter and laughter
The only sound.

The beautiful Fairy Queen
All dressed in gold.
To any small child
Is a sight to behold!

The little boy was silent
Scared they would flee.
His face in awe
Not believing what he could see.

"Hello"...whispered the elf
With the wink of an eye
As he flew under moonbeams
That lit up the sky.

"Good evening" uttered the city boy
In a muffled sound.
Magic at midnight
Is the hour fairies are found.

Fairies are real
So believe as you might.
They are transported in dreams
To enchant and delight.

Kaye Stubbington 23/03/06