I made a tiny fairy garden

beneath a willow tree.

Baubles, beads and tiny bells

graced its fronds of green.

I tied a button to a string

and it became a fairy swing.

Little flowers small and sweet,

their fragrance filled the air

I set in tiny potting pots

and placed them everywhere.

And then I waited

for evening’s light,

hoping for the sight

of fairies swinging

through the night.