When the fairies left

When the fairies left monhs ago,
The sun cast down its face in woe.
They returned to Zephyr's breath today,
From the hidden places fairies play.

They trip gaily among greening trees,
Laying flowers before Persephone.
Who spreads misty skirts upon the ground,
As long-lost fairies gauthered 'round.

Nature, wearing her wiserian cloak,
Casceder lavender across the mighty oak.
Permeating the air with irs perfume,
Dimming memories of winters gloom.

As we sit among this merry band,
I freely give to you my hand.
So we may dance away the hours,
And sprankle love upon the flowers.