My Magical Night

I had a garden

At the back of my house 

I had often sat there

And looked up at the clouds. 

One night I could not sleep 

I looked out the window 

And saw the most beautiful

The thing I could ever know. 

My garden was shimmering 

With silver lights 

I watched in awe 

And assuming they were fireflies.

Pulled on a jacket 

As it was a cold night 

Walked down the stairs 

Hiding my fright. 

As I got closer 

Realised they were not lights 

But little fairies zooming

It was their first flight. 

I watched in wonder 

As they “woo hoo ed” in

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their soft voices 

I decided to keep quiet 

And listened to their pleasant noises. 

They danced around 

And floated like clouds 

They looked like shiny dandelions 

Because of their gowns. 

In the silvery moonlight 

They glowed like a pearl 

I wished I was a fairy 

When I watched them twirl. 

Soon there were rubbing eyes, 

Wails and yawns 

I realised it was their time to sleep 

As it was already dawn.

They slept on my pretty flower 

And my magical adventure was over.

I do not think I would be this delighted 

If I found a four-leaved clover.