Come to the Butterfly ball,
And dance in the moonlit hall,
Under the trees,
With the birds and the bees,
With the fairies for you to enthral.
They’ll cast down their light from the skies,
It will sparkle and dazzle your eyes,
You’ll see them all there,
Afloat in the air,
With their magic that none can deny.
Sit in the magic light circle,
Upon soft petals of purple,
Twirl in the breeze,
Drink honeydew mead,
Upon the back of a turtle.
The Pixies and elves will be there,
They’ll run round your toes without care,
They’ll sing and they’ll dance,
In a midsummer’s trance,
And each will have mischief to share.
So come to the butterfly ball,
Just follow the great waterfall,
By the rainbows end,
Were the silver brook bends,
Where the nightingale sings out her call.
I lost my wings one sad bleak day,
The prince bull frog pulled them away,
I wept a million crystal tears,
And sat alone for many years.
My Fairy friends would flit by,
And shake their heads and gently sign,
And there amongst the wooded ground,
My heart did break, and did not pound.
I often looked towards the stars,
And wished that I could fly that far,
My only settler below the trees,
They offered me their fallen leaves.
Old Jack Frost would often nip me,
Upon the ground undoable to flee,
The woodland creatures scuttled by,
And asked me “why I could not fly?”
The prince bull frog passed by one day,
“why had he taken my wings away?”
He looked at me with a scornful frown,
He’d given them to another in exchange for a crown.
Now the woodland creatures and trees so tall,
Were very wise and they did call,
They told me I should not despair,
For they knew of a magic that was everywhere.
And so with their guidance, I began to learn,
The sacred magic with in the fern,
And seedlings I did sow and tender,
Until they grew out, flowers in splendour.
The prince bull frog caught sight one day,
of all the flowers and he did say,
“for all the flowers I will give,
This golden crown upon my head”
I turned to him with an arrogant eye,
“you leave the flowers, from here be gone,
You took my wings so long ago,
You are no friend, you are my foe”
The prince bull frog was angered by this,
For his golden crown, who could resist,
And he left that day and went on his way,
And sat all alone in his pond.
The creatures and trees were all very pleased,
That I had not plucked the flowers.
They gathered me in and begun to spin,
The most beautiful pair of wings.
Form petals and leaves, and silk golden thread,
A magnificent crown they made for my head.
And there on the ground, my heart it did pound,
And I flew away with the wind.
Now the prince bull frog, sat in his pond and got old,
And when he was dead the crown from his head,
Sank deep beneath the lily fold.
And there it remained not to be seen,
While the flowers bloomed gold and gleamed.
My Friend said to me,
“come to my party”
So I got out my dress,
With ribbons and frills,
And skipped to the garden,
My heart full of thrill.
When I got there,
With my friends I did share,
The singing and dancing,
Without any care.
My dress floated gently,
Upon the light breeze,
I twirled in the sunlight,
And danced round the trees.
I had a great time in the afternoon sun,
I laughed and I played,
And had lots of fun.
and after it all
My dress went away,
Stored in the wardrobe
for the next special day.
Shh listen!
The water running between the stones
Shh.. .listen!
How the wind blows
Come!
Sit next to me
Here, down this old tree
Let him tell us stories
About heroes and their glories
About elves and pixies
About a fairy and her thousend kisses
In another world, not too far away
So beautiful, in a very pretty place
There lived a fairy, one of a kind
Her sadness and emptyness
Could stop the time
The king of the pixies saw her cry
Sitting on his throne, started to make up his mind
How could he help her, to make her shine?
What could he do to see her smile?
Let´s ask the gnomes – he said
go to the leprechauns- they replied
shoes!…a pretty pair of shoes- they said
let´s go to the elves he thought,
not being pleased by what he heard
A dress!!- they minded. Better if it´s blue
not being happy by their words
he traveled to other worlds
asking the nymphs, the trolls
and even the tritons
One night of insomnia
A voice spoke to him
- ask your pixies, they´ll know what to do.
They´ve got thousend kisses and millions of dreams to give -
When the fairy woke up
Pixies were flying around
Without losing time
She was kissed by everyone
Being kissed a thousend times
Brought her back her smile
She was happy again
And soon started to shine..
Come!
Sit next to me
Let us listen to the stories
Of this wise old tree
Lovely willows shades of her luminous gown speaks
Celeste fall colors dawns shades
Earths shall rest within, shadows fade
Holding each leafs auras are made
Across the the times , enigma appears
Colors beautifully arranged in falls sheen
Vibrant dances are azure
Each fairy’s voice heard , healing surround
Works masterpieces seen, she dances in the circles with she
When the cloak of timeless healings
Twilight willows shines, cellos dance in perpetual flowers each breathe
Each fairy’s dream soft, mirrors universe
To the light of day,And the dark of night
We sing our songs,Like whispers so light.
Carefree and joyous,Our days are meant to be
But by your disbelieve,We are trapped, not to be free.
We stay out of sight,And do not trouble thee
But tis your taunts,That won’t let us be.
When you speak your words,I do not believe
Our ancestry is dying,So will you give us relieve?
Open your hearts,And see like a child
Say I believe and we shall Fly wild.
But we shall remain unseen, And whisper so light
In the light of day,And in the dark of night.
I see you there
Why can’t you see me ?
I’m standing right here
Amongst the mist and the trees
I speak out to you
with my voice that’s so fair
but you keep on walking
like your deaf, or don’t care
You’ve noticed the flowers
and the beauty of the sky
so why won’t you notice
this little being that flies?
Because I am so small
and unseen by man
doesn’t mean I’m not here
dwelling on this land.
I see you there
Why can’t you see me ?
Maybe one day
when you learn to BELIEVE!
There is a small elf who lives in my room
He thinks I have never seen him before
He’s small and wears red
He sneaks out when I go to bed
But when he sleeps boy he does snore
One day I heard him whisper
In a chipmunk kind of way
“Is my house nearly built?
Because I feel a little guilt,
Sleeping in this girl’s room every day!”
Then he must have a house in a forest
That is only being made
To stay in my room is not wrong
Sure he will not be here long
For he will leave to his forest home in the shade!
Strolling down the dreamscape beaches
Scalloped edges of soft shells seen dancing amidst waves
Endless waterfalls in whispers prelim beauty
One can only touch fairy’s secret
Seamless paths enlighten with angels song
With gentle auras soft sprinkle sensual journey
Lapis beaches in timeless kiss envelope my soul
lullabies shared in concertos guitars
All espied years shall bend in folded wisp
Lasting as each soul connects , the meeting kiss
His lips tender sweet apricots nectar
Life’s boundless joins each , wavers silhouetted spirits bond
Alluring tender eyes gaze at one another
Sighted single in fairy light
Lost forgotten , only if you believe
Porcelain love reclaimed, he will see
Stumble it!
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