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"When the first baby laughed for the first time,
the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they went skipping about,
and that was the beginning of faeries."
~Sir James Matthews Barrie~
''Fairies represent the childlikeness that is
contained within the heart and soul of each of us. They represent the mystic, the magic, play and fun. They
tell us that we don't need to grow up, we just need to grow.
You don't have to be on a spiritual
path to believe in Fairies, you just need to have a heart that can love...to have just once in your life wished upon a star.''
~Author Unknown~
Spring goes, Summer comes
The little darling Spring, has run away;
The sunshine grew too hot for her to stay.
She kissed her sister, Summer, and she said:
"When I am gone, you must be queen instead."
Now reigns the Lady Summer, round whose feet
A thousand fairies flock with blossoms sweet.
~From the Flower Fairies Books of Cicely Mary Barker~
"Spring Magic"
The World is very old; but year by year
It groweth new again when buds appear.
The World is very old, and sometimes sad;
But when the daisies come the World is glad.
The World is very old; but every Spring
It groweth young again, and fairies sing.
~Author Unknown~
"Where Fairies play",
When at home alone I sit and I am very tired of it,
I just have to shut my eyes to go sailing through the skies--
To go sailing far away to the pleasant land of play;
To the fairy land afar where the little people are;
Where the clover-tops are trees, and the rain-pools are the seas,
And the leaves, like little ships, sail about on tiny trips;
And above the daisy tree through the grasses,
High o'erhead the bumble bee hums and passes.
In that forest to and fro I can wander, I can go;
See the spider and the fly, and the ants go marching by,
Carrying parcels with their feet down the green and grassy street.
Through the forest I can pass till, as in a looking glass,
Humming fly and daisy tree and my tiny self I see,
Painted very clear and neat on the rain-pool at my feet.
Should a leaflet come to land drifting near to where I stand,
Straight I'll board that tiny boat round the rain-pool sea to float.
Little thoughtful creatures sit on the grassy coasts of it;
Little things with lovely eyes see me sailing with surprise.
Some are clad in armour green--(these have sure to battle been!)
Some are pied with ev'ry hue, black and crimson, gold and blue;
Some have wings and swift are gone; but they all look kindly on.
That I could be a sailor on a rain-pool sea, a climber in the clover tree,
And just come back a sleepy-head, late at night to go to bed.
~by Robert Louis Stevenson~
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