Whispering Wings Poem by Micron Jan

Through the green and shadowed wood,
Tiny wings flicker where they should.
Silver laughter, glittered flight,
Dancing freely in the light.

They twist around the moss and tree,
Weaving spells we cannot see.
A sparkling swirl, a whispered song,
The forest hums where they belong.

But step too close, a human near,
And still they freeze, no sound to hear.
Behind leaf and bark, they softly hide,
Watching the world from where they bide.

Once footsteps fade and voices gone,
Their wings flare out at break of dawn.
The woods awaken, bright and free,
Fairy mischief returns with glee