Little Menherion's guestbook

The middle of everywhere

As the sun shines through the trees
You wake up & feel the breeze
Floating past as it touches your face
And your senses awaken to this magical place
The fairies, The sprites, The Brownies galore
They tease you in to stay some more
The herd of deer galloped on by
As the sun was setting & it was nearly nigh

The nigh timet fell & the stars aligned
As we sat by the fire and feast fully dined
We climbed the stairs to the magical bed
Fit for Mrs & Father Christmas’ head
A good night we were blessed by the magic that fell
And woke the next morning for more stories to tell

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