'Tis summertime when fairies play, 
clasp hand-in-hand, jaunt meadows' grass. 
Pit-pattered tiptoes cheerful dance, 
as gilded wings sail o'er the wind. 
One little girl ... a gentle child, 
peeks wistf'ly 'round a willow tree. 
 
Soft, swaying branches; ageless tree ... 
caress a girl, as fairies play. 
Sweet medleys carried by the wind, 
escape hushed giggles from this child 
Sly pixies hand-string daisy grass, 
one tender heart ~ begins to dance. 
 
Wisp meadows join in gleeful dance, 
leaves pirouette upon each tree. 
Unknown lands spellbind lonesome child, 
whilst sun streams blanket velvet grass. 
Kissed flowered budlets choose to play ... 
as glinting dust engulfs the wind. 
 
Bright spark'lings flitter with the wind, 
each tiny creature born to dance; 
a magic world amidst the grass, 
where Wee Folk's workings' mimic play. 
Then, swinging from twigged willow tree ... 
one inquisitive, eager child. 
 
Lickety-split, there lands a child! 
Soft thump, fast jump, breath out of wind; 
true wonderland invites bright play, 
with games beneath the willow tree. 
Silk ribbons waver, gently dance ... 
sublime ballet 'cross dewy grass. 
 
A fairy feast on rolling grass, 
sweet off'rings enchanting wee child. 
Concealed beneath a weeping tree, 
spies Mother Earth's triumphant dance. 
Arcane delights, abounding wind ... 
hence, charm a little girl to play. 
 
 Soft-cushioned grass ends wondrous play, 
and calming winds, now slow their dance... 
as awning tree cloaks sleeping child.