First Flight
Dancing lights and ribbons flow
Underneath the moon's soft glow
Promises in whispered tones
Sitting on a polished stone
Drumming wings go flying by
Carrying their owners high
Above the soft and moaning breeze
Gently kissing sleeping trees
In a rush to be the first
To drink deeply springtime's thirst
Hidden in each starry night
Newborn fairies take first flight.

