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"Fairy Mists of the Morning"

THE MISTS OF THE MORNING

Sometimes on the mists of the morning
When the sun peeps over the hill,
You will see the fairy folk a bustling,
Rushing about at will.

The dewdrops are their diamonds,
Their wings are gossamer lace
And always there is a special smile
On a special fairy face.

They watch the seasons as they change
And bring their gifts to you.
In autumn a tiny golden leaf
A piece of sky sapphire blue.

The pretty petals in softest pink
They fashion into a gown.
No time to stop and rest,
No time for a fairy to frown.

Fashioning their boats from the trees
Which stand beside the river.
Hastening on their journey they go,
Past the reeds which wave and quiver.

Sometimes on the mists of the morning
They touch you with their love
Spreading fairy dust and pleasure
And blessings from Heaven above.


Fairy Mists of the Morning


17th. April 2006

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