As young ones we are fed fairy stories,
To explain away and entertain.
We want to believe that our world is magical.
So we begin to see fairies wherever we go;
In our backyards and in our dreams
As we grow some of us brush the fairies away
As silly stories for little children.
Others hold to their childish convictions
That such creatures do indeed exist.
But the truth lies somewhere in between.
Our world is a magical place,
And there are fairies everywhere!
Our Fairies are shimmering dragonflies.
Our gnomes are cheeky chipmunks.
Our dwarves are dim eyed moles.
Though some might look to the ether,
Their kingdoms are found in the unspoiled places.
We see them in tufts of agitated grass,
Behind wind rustled Maple leaves,
And twinkling in the air on June nights.
Call them what you will, but fairies do exist.
And you can see them if you just know where to look.