In the glades live the Elffilter
clan,
Two sons, a wife, and a fairy
man.
They only come out during
the night,
They're a bunch of cheery
sprites.
Bluebells growing everywhere,
Seeing them together, makes
you stare.
When you see them all fly by,
It looks like a group of
butterflies.
Their wings are like cicadas
too,
The most beautiful shade of
sky blue.
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