There was a little fairy
Sat beneath a tree -
Humming to her tiny self
A haunting melody;
Just a little tinkle
Was all that I could hear
Floating on the evening breeze
High and crystal clear;
Surrounded by a rainbow,
Sparkles lit the air -
Tiny wings did flutter
Sprinkling gold dust in her hair;
A tiny little forest sprite
Had slipped the bonds of space,
Perhaps a mere imagined thought
Had brought her to this place;
How sweet the sound she echoed
Within this forest spot -
Though I had never seen a sprite
Her image now I caught;
This tiny little fairy
Sat beneath a tree -
Humming to her tiny self
A haunting melody.
Saw your Forest Sprite II and had to come to visit this one as well. Both are sweet, enchanting little poems, and like some of your other readers said, lovely to read to the grandchildren, which I will do. But even Grandmas can believe in fairies! Love, Fran xx
A perfect poem Linda. I'm going to read this to my grand daughter.
sweet and comforting poem linda...remember those wings we got pinned to our white dresses for a christmas play...felt like a fairy...love...nalini
This poem is having a rich melody and imagery. Almost felt like hugging that charming little fairy.
I love fairies.Congratulations on the book...a ten from me.
Linda, I needed something to lift me up and this little dancing poem did that. Top Marks from me. Thanks for sharing it. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great story telling Linda. Terriffic rhythm and bubbling with life! x jim