My Fairies

They fly above me every night
I love to watch them fly
They are always so beautiful
They always go right by

Many of you can't see them
It's because you don't believe
They are there though
Although they quickly leave

Some have purple wings
Some of theirs are blue
All kinds of different colors
and they put on a show for you

They are there for when you are sad
Or sometimes when things are lost
They are rather mischievous
And will be at any cost

But either way they are there
In all the different areas
Many people call them things
But I call them my fairies