Hidden Fairy People

The white lily glitters in the morning dew,
red roses shimmer, bright petals of violets blue.
From the lovely garden, a lone pixie appears
out of its tulip bed, its groggy, foggy mind clears.

Her red dress billows in a slight breeze,
from a bloom of pink, she heard a tiny sneeze.
And out of the petals, a sprite shot out.
The scratchy pollen had caused an allergy bout.

A cracking twig signals the arrival of a mortal,
and into their flower homes the fairies hurtle.
No one ever sees the little fairies,
only the flowers, leaves, and bees.

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