Alive in the garden

Are fairies dressed as wheat

You can see them sway and dance

In the midday summer heat

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Thanking the sun

For the warmth of her rays

The wheat fairies rejoice

In mysterious ways

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Only noticed by a few

Inquisitive human eyes

It’s their sheath of camouflage

Where they covertly hide

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To keep their world

Unnoticed by most

The wheat fairies rarely speak

And none dare ever boast

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About secrets known

Only to them

Like the transition that happens

When wheat season ends