I stepped from the car onto a ground soft with fir needles.
The moss gave a cushion of hush and I knew they were there.
I walked softly through the trees in pursuit wondering
if I would see fairies here.
Speaking softly I asked them to come from hiding.
Speaking softly I asked them to come from hiding.
It was a quiet day and the sun shone through the clouds.
The perfect day to find them.
What is it? What have I found?
This must be their soaking tub, for it is just the right size.
Are they hidden nearby?
It looks as if they have slid from the tub and gently stepped away.
Oh I would have loved finding them here, but I must have been just minutes late.
For all I found here was a Christmas tree.
A tree so beautiful it glistens in the lights.
So come another day and I will share the tree the fairies shared with me.
It looks as if they have slid from the tub and gently stepped away.
Oh I would have loved finding them here, but I must have been just minutes late.
For all I found here was a Christmas tree.
A tree so beautiful it glistens in the lights.
So come another day and I will share the tree the fairies shared with me.
