the fairy

In a garden there’s a fairy
while most of us are unwary,
she goes around the prairie
sprinkling joy and even merry,
with her wings she flies around
almost making none a sound,
the seasons spark with joy and life
when her dust settles in rife,
a magic aura covers her
all surroundings go in blur,
a crown of flowers on her head
where blossom nature is upheld,
free and easy with her flight
fills the world with such delight,
without fairies flying free
spreading joy all constantly,
the world will fall into despair
if she had to loose her flair.