Her son John was outside at the porch
An old acacia tree stood
"Did you see them, mother?", asked John
Looking at the falling leaves
The spring is soon to come
"Oh the leaves!", exclaimed his mother
"They are lovely my dear"
"Their soft whisper I hear"
"Oh mother! They are leaves when they fall"
"But transform themselves when they touch the ground"
"Into fairies beautiful and tall"
"Oh my dear boy!" his mother said.
"What you see are not real"
"Fairies you don't see"
"Oh mother! I wish you see"
"Those ladies they come to me"
"They dance with grace and satin and lace"
John he smiled
He knew what he saw
Fairies so beautiful with the wind they go
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Comments: 9
Barb Thank you Barb. So much.
Scott is right - you only see what you believe.
Magi You and Scott are right. If only . . . Thanks for the note.
Lerissa Hi friend. Thank you for the notes.