IT IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

Fairy tales without the puppy dog tails
Fairy tales of long, long ago
Fairy tales when the dreams just flow and flow
Fluttering their golden wings here and there
Her wings so thin that they may break
But never fear they are too strong,
The tips of her wings like the Peacocks
Oh how they shine, oh divine
The magical, mystical little fairy girl
Her hair a golden, golden gleaming colour
She has made a daisy garland that adorns her head
She is the fairy of the land of nature
This little fairy girl holds what is so dear
The trees and all its leaves, the branches reaching
Tall and thin, the trunk so sturdy that it shall not fall
The grass so green, clean and clear
Within her hands she holds a doll
This doll is exactly just like her
Her dress an electric blue, oh what a hue!
When the night falls the stars do shine
Bringing much laughter that is yours and mine
They twinkle, sparkle from heavens divine
If you watch carefully, very carefully
They will be dancing a very happy tune
But these aren’t just twinkling stars oh no!
They are the magical, mysterious, and mythical
Fairies dancing just for you in your midnight dreams

By Teresa Joseph Franklin.
Artist Josephine Wall