“Every time a child says it doesn’t believe in fairies, a fairy falls down dead,” said Peter Pan.
Do you believe?
Since the beautiful Samara showers began in early Spring, I have had faeries on my mind, invading my thoughts and stirring my soul.
With childish glee
and fancy flight
They dot the sky
to night’s delight.
Like tinkling bells
their laughter rings,
they whirl and twirl
on gossamer wings!
“Do you believe,”
she whispers low.
”Can you follow me
where’er I go?
(Come, Come!”)
A blink, and gone,
she out of sight,
a spiral string
of twinkling light
winds its way to
heaven,
as there I stand
mouth agape, eyes wide,
my faerie soul swelling with pride.
Would that I, my wings would sprout,
and arms spread wide thus leap and shout
to leave this terra far below and rise to join celestial glow.
(Please, please don’t kill the faeries. Quick, clap your hands together three times!)
Copyright images and words CKP
