~ In my Magick Garden ~

In my magick garden there are
many tales of old,
while some remain a mystery
and others left untold
but take the path of stepping stones
as day turns into night,
and each time that you follow it
will fill you with delight

Through the arch of roses
laced with Silvery moonlight,
and strolling by the babbling brook
you’re sure to catch a sight,
as fairies ride on goldfish
in waters crystal clear,
and Mother Natures symphony of sound
you’ll surely hear.

The croak of an old bullfrog
and Whispering of the trees,
and sweetest kind of birdsong carried
gently in the breeze.
Garden Gnomes will whistle as they
go their merry way.
No, you wont be dreaming ...
You’re in the land of fae.

©Ananya

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~ A Mid-Summers night ~

They rode in tiny Chariots
pulled by the finest snails, as
fairy children danced behind,
skipping the silvery trails.
Dressed in foxgloves, acorn hats and
wearing daisy chains,
showering in the waterfalls,
enjoying summer rains.

With tiny wings they twirled and rose,
just like a butterfly.
Reaching up towards the stars in
mid-summer nights sky.
Sprinkling magic fairy dust
which sparkled with a gleam, as
shadows cast with silver light danced
by the full moons beam.

The sounds of their sweet fairy-song,
It carried in the breeze,
wafting with the fragrances of
flower petals and trees.
How I wished that I could leap and
reach towards to the sky, and
flutter with those fairies.
I wish that I could fly.

©Ananya

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~ The will-o’-the wisp ~

Could it be fireflies that gather nearby?
Dancing like torches in dusky night sky.
Follow those flickers Keep track of the light
into the darkness, the still of the night.

Tiny bright shimmers of flickering flame
like Magical stardust and twinkling rain.
Through marshes and meadows and green hills and dales,
Seek out the magic those glimmers prevail.

Watch, every moment, Don’t take off your eye or
into the darkness they’ll take to the sky.
The will-o’-the wisp to the forest will flee for
gathering moments of Nocturnal glee.

As Sundown brings shadows the day becomes night,
follow real closely but don’t give up sight, as
As under the moonbeams of silvery sheen
Gatherings of fairies are sure to be seen.

©Ananya

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