Dance of the Fairies

In a secret corner of the enchanted forest,

where the moonlight kisses the golden ground,

the fairies gather in a magical dance,

weaving threads of dreams with their lyrical laughter.

Their crystal wings reflect the dawn,

while their melody in the wind unfolds,

a chorus of sighs and playful laughter,

that lift the hearts, like the birds they are.

They dance in circles under the canopy of stars,

weaving spells and tales in their tracks,

the breeze caresses their golden hair,

while in the air floats their sonorous song.

In dresses of petals and diamonds of dew,

the fairies dance in a display of defiance,

conjure the magic of the serene night,

in their enchanted dance, a full symphony.

The leaves whisper secrets in the ear,

the attentive trees witness the noise,

the brook sings with them in harmony,

while dreams soar, far into the distance.

The stars twinkle, admiring the spectacle,

each movement, a magical enchantment,

the fairies twirl and leap with joy,

embroidering illusions in the gloomy night.

The animals of the forest join the dance,

foxes and deer, in a rhythmic beat they chime,

and the moon watches with twinkling eyes,

the ecstasy of the fairies, their vibrant moments.

The dance continues until dawn,

when the first rays of the sun appear,

the fairies withdraw, silently fade away,

leaving only an echo of their shuddering magic.

In the enchanted forest, the dance of the fairies,

lingers in memories and glances,

an ethereal melody that never fades,

a golden dream that the heart magnifies.

Thus, in the magic and starry night,

the fairies dance their enchanted dance,

weaving dreams and hopes in the wind,

in the Enchanted Forest, a sublime wonder.

(Image made by AI)