Dance of the Faeries

In the shimmering meadow they dance,
Breathing upon the rosy noses of curious children by chance.
Delicate hands touch the plants,
Renewing sparkling joy down to the smallest ant.
Their musical voices ring,
Lighting upon astonished ears they sing.
The sun rises high,
As the faeries carry on to skip and fly,
Straight on until the sweet dusk falls.