Where faeries dance

And pixies prance,

A child floats about.

The winged people

Laugh in a whirl

And twirl him up and down.

Rain falls like glass

On mildewed grass

But the little boy can’t see.

For he’s above the ground

And clouds

Heading to faerie land at sea.

His mothers at home crying

And the boy still has no clue.

The pixie dust is fading

But the wonder sprouts anew.

They float until they reach a world

Unlike the one he knew.

The faeries whisper

“Settle child

For this is where we grew.”

“This is your home

You’ll live a life

Of no worries to be payed.

Just sing us your mortal song

At night

And we’ll keep you in the day.”