A place for dreaming.
Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent,
Where Faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light,
The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night.
~Elizabeth T. Dillingham, "A Faery Song"
I would like to live in there, on a little nest, free from harm.
ReplyDeleteOh, me too Aradia! Thank you for stopping by!
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