The Magic World

When darkness falls
Begin fairy balls
With hopeful calls
To golden halls
When hearts turn home
To holes of gnome
While we sleep
Here they creep
Holding dreams so sweet
Till morning keep
Then they go back
Till night turns black
And when we awake
We are not at stake
For they are only alive
In the mind of a tyke
So fairies go dance in fields of green
And leave your Creator sleeping
And this I will say every day
Thank you for dreams worth keeping!