Every full moon at midnight
the fairies come out to play
flying happily round amongst the trees and ferns
as their wings and bodies glow with many hues
They spend most of their time hiding
by the rocky pond in a hollow fir
with a special entrance in the base
pouring out to at the proper time
to dance and sing in celebration
the water reflects them perfectly
a kaleidoscope of many colours
A few spells of protection are cast by some
to help keep their home safe from prying eyes
the glowing moon adds to their enchantments
strengthening so they can not break
At sunrise the fairies will go back in to hiding
in their hollow fir home
waiting for the night of the full moon to come
so that they can dance again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem