Fairies rest on mushroom chairs. Knock, knock rings
and who’s there echoes through the lonely tree glen.
The gnomes play, frolic, jump. Dance as the owl
screams who! Uncles bring kids to prance through leaves,
to remember the magic that doesn’t die.
Great imagery I saw myself there like in a wooded Forrest where all these fantasy creatures frío and play, in a much happier time, in our minds. 👏🏽👏🏽