Fairies Dance

 The moon, a pearl upon the velvet night, 

Waxing gibbous, casts a silver light. 

Night descends, a hush falls on the land, 

Secrets whisper, mysteries at hand.

Will the fairies dance, with wings of gossamer fine,

Underneath the moon, a shimmering line? 

In meadows bathed in lunar glow, 

They pirouette and dip, a silent show.

Their laughter tinkles, like wind chimes in the breeze, 

As they chase fireflies through the rustling trees. 

Mushrooms glow, their lanterns in the dark, 

Guiding tiny steps, leaving not a mark.

On lily pads they float, like boats of jade, 

Singing songs of starlight, serenades 

To slumbering flowers, dreaming dreams unseen, In this realm of moonlight, where fairies convene.

But watch with caution, for they flit and they hide, 

These creatures of magic, in moonbeams they confide. 

A glimpse of their beauty, a whisper of their song, 

Is all a mortal glimpses, ere they vanish long.

So close your eyes, and listen to the night, 

For in the stillness, their magic takes flight. 

And though you may not see their shimmering form, 

Believe in the fairies, weathered by the storm.

For in the heart of every moonlit night, 

Their laughter echoes, bathed in silver light. 

And if you dream with open eyes, you might just see, 

The fairies dancing, under the moonlit tree.

Unlikely Buddha 2024