Fairy's Song

Are you hearing the song?

Being sung quietly

Amidst the noisy throng,

Travelling so swiftly

From a place with no cars,

Only Nature and stars.

Though small is the fairy,

Almost cannot be seen

Real-life you she'll carry

To that faraway scene,

To that place of firefly,

Where they fly and float by.

After day, it is night,

But it is just as bright,

Filled with shadows and light.

'Cause of the silver moon,

Shining high in the sky

In the middle of June.

You may lie down and sigh

In the cold, evening chill

On a steep, sloping hill.