The sun sets on another day
Its time the fairies come out to play
You might not see them
But they sparkle like little gems,
Flying around the star scattered sky
I promise you, this isn’t a lie
If your don’t believe
Then it's time to grieve
Because every time you doubt
A fairy is knocked out
In till you start again
For the fairy it’s the end.
(This is from my Flickr;