By Donna L. Ferguson Dudley
From the secret glades, they’re coming,
(Faery’s Fae, folk of all kinds)!
While, the creatures of the woodland
splay their happy tunes in time!
Elves and Sprites, now, all together
run and tumble down the hills,
while the Faeries, (graceful dancers)
pirouette through daffodils!
Some are flying while they frolic,
scattering their magic dust,
as they welcome Spring’s emergence.
For, their offerings are a must!
Happy, happy, all together,
flowers brighten first to last.
And the grass grows ever greener,
as the magic troupers pass!