In the heart of the forest, where the moonbeams play,
Lived tiny fairies who worked all day.
With needles of silver and threads spun of gold,
They stitched magic quilts for the sleepy and cold.
Every evening, as fireflies danced,
The forest would glow as the fairies entranced.
The curious squirrels and owls in flight,
Gathered to watch the magical sight.
A quilt for the mouse, stitched snug and tight,
To keep him warm through the chilly night.
A patchwork of daisies, soft and sweet,
Made with love for tiny feet.
One starry night, a fawn appeared,
His eyes so wide, his voice filled with fear.
“Fairies,” he whispered, “I’m lost and alone,
The night is so cold, and I miss my home.”
With petals of lavender, roses, and gold,
The fairies wove stories of warmth untold.
“Sleep, dear fawn, under moon’s kind glow,
Feel the warmth of love’s soft flow.”
The grumpy badger, once hard to please,
Learned to share under the whispering trees.
A quilt stitched with patience, soft and true,
Helped his heart open, starting anew.
Kindness is a thread we sew,
A little gift to help hearts grow.
Share your warmth, let it be,
And you’ll find love comes back, you see!
On one magical night, the meadow was dressed,
In a quilt of dreams, the fairies’ best.
Animals nestled, together they stayed,
Under the stars, as moonlight played.
Under this quilt, we’re all the same,
Friends together, without a name.
Dreams of peace, in colors bright,
Guided by the fairies’ light.
Goodnight, little dreamers.
May your dreams be as soft as a fairy’s quilt and as bright as their kindness.