Mystic Fairy Land

A drop of water,

Flowing down the side of a mushroom,

Coming from the center part, inside the mushroom.

Falling upon the ground creating a puddle,

In the mist that it creates,

Along with the fog of the morning,

You see a glimmer of light,

Tinkling ever so bright.

A crown you see, a beautiful crown.

A crown upon a head, a small and tiny head,

To the small creature,

The droppings of water,

Are like a waterfall coming down,

From an ever so large world,

That only it,

And others like it, know of.

And now the mist is clearing,

And you see it,

The land of fairies.