Fairies in their flower skirts,
Floating on a breeze,
Dancing through the summer days,
Sprinkling all the leaves,
Caring for the flowers
And dusting all the trees,
They carry little bags of gold
To dust the flower seeds.

Skipping through the forest
To a merry little song,
Water lilies open up
Their petals to belong,
Distant mountains fade in mist,
Against the summer sun,
Dew drops linger hesitantly,
Shimmering as they run.

Golden drops of honey
Form against a fallen tree,
While fairies sprinkle fairy dust,
Upon the honeybee's,
Eyes that shine with mischief,
As they lick their lips and grin
They hold a secret in their hands,
And lick their lips again.