Amidst the verdant glade where moonlight weaves, A fairy wakes within her fragrant throne. A bud of emerald, wrapped in silken leaves, Her gown of green, by nature finely sewn. Her wings, like whispers, shimmer in the night, With golden veins that hum a quiet tune. She dances soft beneath the silver light, A wisp of wonder bathed in leafy bloom. The forest sighs as breezes brush her hair, Entwined with petals kissed by evening’s glow. She floats on laughter, lighter than the air, As vines caress the earth where magic grows. Oh, gentle sprite, in nature’s arms embraced, This fleeting dream will never be erased.
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