Please read my little poem?
Hidden-away
beyond the pouring rain,
crouching in the leaves
and the wet earth
we found a tiny toy palace
of splintered dreams
and bent backs
and spilt drinks.
a place where
Maybe fairies tried
to break and re-make
their fancy china,
because their
cups were too big for
their gentle fingers
and they wanted to drink
tea.
But they could never
break them into pieces
small enough.
So instead, they built
a glittering mosaic house
for them all to live in
and tucked it away
in a spell of rain
a secret
on the hill
too precious for humans to
believe in
a giant fairy tea palace.
Inspired by this beautiful gem of a place:
http://www.thelittlechapel.org/