Morning Dew Poem by ktarcus ...

Above the bluebells faeries fly
whilst down below the pixies cry
in joy at all the things they weave
with faery dust which abound to leave

In tree the twit-twoo of owl's
keeping elves a hidden fast by cowels
will not detract from faeries flight
until once more comes mornings light

Such time is short cannot deny
the time that faeries have to fly
many claim to see, but very few
have watched them lay the morning dew