ENCHANTMENT.
She's the enchantment in my garden
And of woodland fairy glades.
Sweet perfume always follows her,
With delicate beauty, she parades.
At night, the scent envelopes me,
As she flits among the flowers,
Sprinkling on her fairy essence,
For refreshing morning showers.
The tinkle of her pure white bells,
Echoes softly, as she flies.
If I listen very carefully,
I can hear them when I rise.
Only in the early morning,
Her fleeting presence can be seen.
Lovely Lily Of The Valley,
The flower fairy Queen.