The Garden Of The Fairies

[Teresa]

Beautiful and very magical pics.. Love that kind of stuff.

Got anything on pixies, brownies, elves or trolls?

as a matter of fact I do.   

but If I don't get the bookwork done I will be fired.. 
Opps I forgot , I don't get paid and I'm not actually hired so they can't fire me.. hahahaha

but I still got to do it.

I promise I'll get some of it up tonight though. I'll dig through my stuff.. I've written some myself so I will dig those up.

[Teresa]

In Norway, elves were originally the spirits of the dead who brought fertility. Later they became supernatural beings, shaped as humans, who are either very beautiful (elves of light) or extremely ugly (dark / black elves).
They were worshiped in trees, mountains and waterfalls.
The Danish elves are beautiful creatures, but they have hollow backs.
The Celtic elves are the size of humans.



I met a little Elfman once,
Down where the lilies blow.
I asked him why he was so small,
And why he didn't grow.

He slightly frowned, and with his eye
He looked me through and through -
" I'm just as big for me," said he,
" As you are big for you!"





Hidden away in forests of gold
Hidden so deep ev'n time couldn't learn
Of their home veiled by tree and fern
Yet for eons their story's been told
The story of the elves

As shimmering mists wind through the trees,
And streams' reflect the night time moonlight
Giant redwoods tower out of sight
And songs of elves float on the breeze
The home of the elves

It's unknown how the bards knew such things
Of elfin despairs and their elations
To hand it down through generations
But one story never left their strings
The fall of the elves

For the elves no longer exist here
Their presence will never again grace the Earth.
Colossal trees are of normal girth,
The mists long gone and the streams are clear
The home of the elves

In a tale bards forgot through shame
Man hunted down and murdered the elves;
They wanted no ruler, save themselves.
Thus for this slaughter must man take blame
The death of the elves


But one thing man failed to achieve
One part of the elves not quite gone
One part of the elves left to live on
When the wind blows through the leaves
The song of the elves

[Teresa]

Fairies and Pixies, elves and gnomes.
Spinning some magic,spells for our homes.
Their wishes are happy, of joys to share.
Join in their revelry, if only you dare.
Carefree of spirit, their happiness impart
Sending you Magick, to store in your heart.




A fairy's on my fingertip!"
I heard my Ashley cry.
"Oh, hurry, MeeMa! Come and see,
before it starts to fly!"

"She's beautiful," I whispered,
although I didn't see
the fairy on her fingertip -
that she was showing me!

[Teresa]

Down past my garden, underneath the trees,
There is a place of magic that no-one ever sees,
A little grassy clearing, plain at ones first sight;
But if you take the time to see, you shall find delight.
If you come to see this place, take heed: you've found the Dell,
The little patch of beauty where the world's magics dwell.

The green, green grass spreads everywhere, dancing with the breeze,
Countless, tiny brooks run wild, laughing at their ease;
Flowers garnish everything, a flame of rainbow hues,
Circle brilliant, tiny pools, a shining range of blues.

One night the grass will kiss the sky when sun and moon are one,
And out will come the fairies, shaded from the sun;
The elves will come from underground to see the night move past,
The wood sprites will come one by one, awake, alive at last;
The pixies of the crystal wings will come out from the flowers,
And the Dell will come alive in the nights secret hours.

The fairies and the wood sprites, the elves and pixies too,
Will see the world at darkness where all the still things move,
Where moonlight deepens elfin souls and touches elfin hearts,
The fairies will know this moonstruck night was for them from the start.

But by-and-by the lazy sun will waken from its sleep;
From across the world the sunlight rays shall raise it head and peep;
The fairies flee back to the garden, and fade amongst the trees
The elves will dive back underground, digging up the weeds;
The sprites will fly back to the woods to be never seen again,
And the pixies climb back to the flowers, their one night at an end.

And dawn will break like any day, waking up the world,
The sky will flush a dusky pink and a creamy white of pearl,
And the Dell will be as normal, dancing with the breeze,
That secret place of magic underneath the trees,
But never again shall the fairies come when the moonlight falls,
Because its only once in a lifetime that fairy magic calls.