Fairies are elusive wonderous little things, we
saw them best as children, tried to touch their
fairy wings. But now that we are all grown up
and adult, we don't see, those tiny wonderous
beings, that we saw when we were three.
They visit us each morning flying round as we
get up, the sleep that we wipe from our eyes,
comes from their fairy cup.
They wait and hope that we will say those
words they long to hear; "I believe in Fairies",
say it loud and say it clear.
For everytime you say it, another fairy will
survive, but when you say I don't believe
another fairy dies.
"I believe in Fairies"
- Sue Fellows
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