TO REBECCA

 

FAIRYS LIVE IN MY GARDEN BUT THEY SLEEP BY THE LIGHT OF DAY

THEY PLAY IN THE DUSK OF EVENING FIREFLYS LIGHT THEIR WAY

AT NIGHT THEY GATHER STARDUST AND DEW DROPS ALL A GLOW

AND STRING THEM ALL TOGETHER TO MAKE THE MORNINGS FIRST RAINBOW

THEY WEAVE THE NIGHT WITH VELVET TO MAKE THE STARS SHINE BRIGHT

THEN POLISH UP THE SUNBEAMS AS MORNING FADES THE NIGHT

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

What a delight. As one who loves such things, you've pushed the right buttons.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

What a great job to have - and - what a great poetic job description - short but creatively written - nice work! :-)