and you pass through the ferns that tickle your bare legs . . .
and stop by the Bleeding Heart flowers and wild onion grass . . .
until you came to the area where you think they may be. . .
only to find a table. . . all set for a faerie meal . . .but not a faerie in sight.
Perhaps they are out in nature like you are, exploring and discovering and rejoicing in the symphony of bird song and the wonders at every turn.
It's the search, the anticipation, the whole journey that is most important anyway,and the most fun , even though we are determined to see a faerie one of these days.
Have YOU seen a faerie with your very own eyes?