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/