Sometimes

on a clear moonlit evening

when the forest is still,

the reflections of stars ripple and dance

upon the waters like magic,

and the warm glow of the fire

beckons you to sleep.

Sometimes

you can see fairies

dancing and flitting about the tree branches -

gossamer wings gliding

across the night skies

leaving trails of stardust in their wakes.

Sometimes

you can hear the soft beat

of fairy wings flying near,

making wondrous music that catches you in its spell

-your heart soars up to join the flight