Fairy Dance Part 3 (Fairy Song) Poem by Isadora Quagmire

On velvet moss, where ferns uncurl their fronds,
And quiet streams sing lullabies so low,
Fairies dance in rings to unheard, joyful bonds,
And nimble feet on silent pathways go.
They hide where mushrooms, red or flecked with white,
Erect their caps like tiny, painted domes,
And there they shelter from the searching light,
And weave their spells within their mushroom homes.


And when the moon, a silver sickle bright,
Doth climb the heavens, shedding gentle gleam,
Then forth they pour, from shadows of the night,
Awakening from their airy, golden dream.
With voices sweeter than the thrush's song,
Or murmur soft of bees in sunlit clover,
They lift their carols, tuneful, clear, and strong,
As stars above their silent watches hover.