they take their meals from petals, pink.
morning dew becomes their drink.
in moss and fern their home is made
amid the woods, deep in the shade.

weaving flowers into their hair
faces glow with beauty rare,
they dress in emeralds from the trees
adorned with butterflies and bees.

the ladybugs are welcome friends.
they bring good gifts from garden tends.
a sweetpea pod, a bite of peach,
tender tidbits just out of reach.

for should their little wings stray
into the telling light of day,
into the gardens of the land
where gentle granite statues stand,

where ivy grows its lazy way
and songbirds sing throughout the day,
where fawn and flora drink the sun
the fairies' life would be undone.

captured in beauty, none surpass.
examined surely under glass.
tis best in secret to stay amid
the moss and rock where they are hid.

10/15/2001

Posted on 10/15/2001
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