In garden where blossoms sway,
A fairy dances in the light of day.
With wings of gossamer, soft and bright,
She twirls amidst flowers, a charming sight.

Her crown of blooms whispers secrets untold,
Petals drift softly, like memories of old.
In her gentle grace, nature sings,
A fleeting glimpse of magic that springtime brings.

original digital hand drawn illustration on procreate