In the trunk of a tree off the old beaten trail,
lies a whimsical school with a little white bell.
It has doors made of sticks and walls made of moss,
And a colorful banner sprawling across.
Here you’ll find fairies of all different kinds,
it takes lots of sparkle to teach little minds.
Kindness and love is what makes these teachers;
they help fairies learn about all of God’s creatures.
Here they learn things a fairy should know,
like how to fly, and how flowers grow.
Which foods to eat, what berries to pick,
And how to choose herbs when someone gets sick.
Classes on magic, how to use pixie dust,
At this school dancing is really a must!
Luna, Tulip, Blossom, and Lilly,
You’ll find on the swings where they love to act silly.
Sunrise til sunset they dance and they learn,
Practice their skills so their wings they will earn.
They then fly around with enchantment and grace,
guiding and helping all over the place.
So walk and explore but please be alert,
More reside here than just bugs, trees, and dirt.
At Davey Dogwood there are fairies abound,
They might even be on a merry-go-round!
The Fairy School
In the trunk of a tree off the old beaten trail, lies a whimsical school with a little white bell. It has doors made of sticks and walls made of moss, And a colorful banner sprawling across. Here you’ll find fairies of all different kinds, it takes lots of sparkle to teach little minds. Kindness … Continue reading “The Fairy School”
I absolutely love this poem! Wonderful job.