The fae child

The young fae plays in the flowers

Tey ride butterflys for fun

They sing throughout spring showers

They shout to greet the sun.

They dance down in the valley

They frolic on the hill

They drift on lilypads on the pond

And of the frogs they are quite fond.

Te snails are their friends

Gifts to birds they send

They climb up the flower stems

And the flowers never bend.