Fairyland

Would you like to go to a land where stories never end? It rests on golden banks of sand, just where the river bends. The sky turns pale with whispered grace as you pass the veil's embrace-- what a magical, wondrous sight to see the fairies take to flight. Elves dance lightly, two by two, in morning mist and meadow dew. Sweet music flows from a leprechaun’s lyre as laughter trills like silver fire. Skipping past a babbling brook, through trees that sing if you just look, the dragons lift a curious eye as mermaids charm the Unseelie high. And in the fields where daisies bloom, the gnomes collect rose-petal plumes. But be prepared to pay the toll if you cross the Bridge of Trolls. Now twilight wraps the drowsy land-- it's time to greet the Sandman's hand. I hope your heart was light today... don’t forget to come back this way. Alesia Leach © 10/2014