Fairy Dust, Upon the Rose
It happens while the world is sleeping
They tiptoe in from hide and seeking
They yawn and stretch and wash their faces
And welcome dawn with morning graces
Upon each blooming garden rose
A gleaming speck will splash and splatter
Sprinkled droplets, rainbow blue
Tossed about from tiny shoulders
Upon the petal's velvet hue
They dance upon the luscious grass
Wearing fragile tiny slippers
With twirling, dancing feet of glass
Each pirouette is choreographed
And sprinkle dots of magic glitter
On gossamer wings, they will arrive
To music of the sunrise
The fairies dance in crystal shoes
To surprise the day with sparkles bright
With showers bright of morning dew
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2010
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