My wildest dreams 💕

And as I rose up even higher than yon cotton wool scattered clouds, I hopped and skipped with pretty mermaids beneath oceanic shrouds

Would I truly not believe in magical mystique, where that impossible is not there..dwelling at the bottom of our garden just hiding everywhere

Of course I see those Fairies, I watch them everyday..Their tiny flimsy wings flutter so fast chasing as they play

Mind you I used to think that Folklore was only in a children’s book, until that delightful Summers day I saw them bathing in a babbling brook

Pixies and little elves were trying not to be seen, camouflaged in cabbage leaves coloured mottled green