The Fairy Garden

There’s a secret garden 
Where the fairies rest 
It breathes in carbon 
Where the fruiting bodies infest 
It comes alive at the darkest hour 
Drawing its power 
From the surrounding flowers 
They ask you do not disturb their peace 
For their existence will ultimately cease 
And their magic will never release 
Protected by the witch 
The garden will enrich 
I found this garden in the summer 
Tended by the witch who was my mother