18 September 2012
I am really really small You can not see much of me at all My dress is made of raindrops All twinkling as they fall
A golden staff held in my hand That sprinkles golden sand And covers sleeping mortals In dreams of magical lands
And if by chance you wake Silver lights in the dark do make For a darling little fairy As through the night she rakes
So sleep long and deep Thoughts of worry do not keep And enjoy a sprinkling of dreams Sparkling treasure in a heap
The Dream Fairy • Opuss № I