Changeling Poem by Emma Atkinson

The sky is blue,
The grass is green,
But I am a changeling thing.
By day I wear a gown sewn
From daisies and a butterfly's song,
At night I shed my skin,
And all of that is gone.
My transparent skin is left unveiled,
Shameful and ever frail.
The moon, it shows the cracks
that daisies strive to cover.
I shut my eyes, try not to shudder
And wait in my darkling cave
For dawn to break.
It's rays will pierce me through
Until I wake,
And in the golden splendor,
I will rise,
Fitted once more in my brightening guise.
Sunlight will embrace me,
Coloring my skin,
Painting a smile on my face,
Or perhaps a braveling grin
So that I may walk the greening grass
And see the bluing sky
And know in my changeling heart
That I will never die.