The leaves fall gently to the ground and cover it with colors.
Fresh dew drops glide softly down the leaves and onto flowers.
A golden mist of rain drops, filtering through the trees.
Listen to the fairies as their voices carry on the breeze.
Delicate wisps of elfin beauty, hiding in the shadows.
Waiting for the fresh sunshine to silently appear.
Carried gently on golden wings that flutter graciously.
They sing and dance a merry tune as autumn gently flees.
A forest made of fairy sprites that hide far out of sight.
Appearing when there's no one there, as darkness turns to light.
They dance among the fallen leaves and you might hear their song.
As they lift their voices with the wind or sweetly hum along.
The birds all stop to listen and then they join in too.
The tree tops seem to glisten, as the light drifts gently through.
The forest where the fairies live, a paradise indeed.
When morning touches on the ground, they hide beneath the leaves.
Sand * * *
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