Fairy Ring Frolic

Fairy Ring Frolic


In a forest green and wide,
Where the tallest trees do hide,
Lies a secret, wondrous thing,
A circle known as a fairy ring.


Tiny mushrooms, round and neat,
Where fairy feet do dance and meet.
Under moon and twinkling star,
They twirl and whirl, near and far.


With magic dust and laughter light,
They make the ring glow bright at night.
If you're quiet, you might see,
Fairies dancing wild and free.


But remember, here's the thing,
Never step inside the ring.
For it's a portal, so they say,
To lands where night turns into day.


By Cathrin Stuart