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 in 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.
FOREST SPRITE
