Fairies

Sometimes I half believe in fairies  
When I walk among the dewdrops  
Strung like diamonds on the berries.  
 
I make believe they spin the raindrops,  
Weave the grass of chanted spells,  
And mold the moon of milky teardrops.  
 
I dream at night they paint the bluebells,  
Stain the glass of azure sky,  
Sing the songs of shoreline seashells...  
 
Perhaps I'll see a fairy, by and by.