The morning of fairies light

In the essence of the moon I watch the world slowly drift by I see the beauty of the night transcend from evening into early morning it pulls me gently into the glow of a new day.

 
As I step into the newness of the morning I feel the joy of my heart skip a beat as does the drum attached as if to my heart.

I feel the breeze as it pulls at my hair it is like the touch of fairy's I hear their gentle laughter in my ear as I watch I see them dance amongst the daisies and my eyes are filled with the beauty of the morning as it moves in to a new day,

I watch as the sun drifts up from the edge of the world and I feel the gentile warmth of morning cross my face as I look I see the dust of sun shine hit the fairies wings and fall to my shirt and as they go into the trees of home they call to me and say you too could follow if you only believe.

As I watch them go the world is transformed into a million shades of light and I feel the light say in the magic of belief all things are possible in the first rays of light of the new day.

 
Written By jack Boyd of Derby Born of East Belfast N.I