Bella fairies reside here.
Do you see the signs everywhere?
Or are they off dancing in the woods with a coronet
of flowers in their hair?
Are they hiding here?
Or under that hat?
When they return, the mirrors will reflect their flushed cheeks
and the gold dust in their hair.
Oh, Bella Flora, you do it to me every time I visit.
You delight my heart and make me want to don my fairy wings
and dance and sing through the garden of delights.
Do you find places that do that for you?
Do they make you want to don your fairy wings
and dance and sing?