The Fairie Dance
Photography and Text by Greg Davis

The bluebells sparkle
When kissed by the sun,
Upon their dew drop cloaks,
And wave in time to the fairie dance.

Can you see the fairies?
Or are they too quick for you?
Leaving only a rustle under trees,
Soft sighs disguised as summer breeze.

Will you join them?
With bare feet in the grass,
Twirling in time
To the fairie dance.