In a world where, the minute things are so grand,
Where the Sun smiles, brighter than the shine,
Where the Seasons fight not yours, the turn's mine,
Thus takes the eyes a round at the arch of the fairyland.
Stepping into the carpet of clouds, You feel the magic,
Beautifully springs up, onto your fabric it clings,
Evacuating the air around, swiftly comes out the blue wings,
Emanate the radiance and takes for a jaunt so fantastic.
You land at the attic of surprises, sense of awe surrounds,
Every tiny things steal the attention, the eyes stand still,
Heart at cloud nine, mind in wonder is wandering,
Unknown of what's in store, brain the guessing wound.
Honeycomb cupboards and leaf bowls, workaholic caterpillars and helping bugs,
You meet tiny people with huge hearts, nothing but goodness surrounds,
Streams breathe out pearl bubbles, cotton parachutes you see in the air high up,
Fireflies your companion, and a grasshopper that does the hickory-dickory dock.
Not even a moment to spare, always flap the wings hither and thither,
Busy bees blossom in you, a flight of buzz you take,
Dancing to the tunes of your heart, desires took off to create,
Create the magic of love that never withers.
Breathing in the glitter of blaze, floats the heart in the warmth,
Alack out of the comfort zone, in cold breeze you shiver,
Springs up beats of the delicate thingy in you, wildly ever,
But the truth in relationships heals, melts the frost.
Wide stretching the wings, soars the mirth,
Though not the queen, you feel the fairy in you,
The fairy of the fairyland, breathing in ease, in blue,
Grabbing the colors of the rainbow, blissful moments take birth.
Melting away in the cream of Love, you dive through the depth,
Life becomes charmed, little fights become void in hardship,
And at the arch again, you struggle to move after tasting the whip,
Slowly dies in the wings and the glances of the journey stilled for all it's worth.