Where the holly grows is
where the magic resides,
Just the sight will
bring you to cry.
The pixies in the
coloured buds playing their flutes,
Each note so gentle just
higher than mute.
A sentimental sound can
be heard a foot away,
As the fairies voices
jingle with each word they say.
If you walk a little
closer, you might be lucky enough to hear,
The shovels of gnomes
uprooting the Earth.
All of a sudden you hear
voices to your left, right behind a leaf,
Seeing the nymphs frolic
is a memorable sight to keep.
You suddenly wake up
right in your bed,
That world is gone
leaving you in an everlasting trance.
Where the holly grows is
where the magic resides,
Just the sight will
bring you to cry.
by Nishita Shukla
Grade 6, Timberlea Public School
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