Droplets of water reflect this moment.
Timeless...in the soul.
Beauty reflected by circles of promise.
awaiting this day....
Blowing and puffing,
the wind, rippling open the buds.
Oh...how magnificent..
the shining glow.
Oh fae, so beautiful and serene
lend me the day to keep forever.
I'll put it safely away
in my pocket of dreams.
Resting on a web of dreams,
cradled by filaments of windblown
thoughts. That rock to sleep
on the ages of time.
On the morning air there arises
a murmur of gentle voices
breaking the stillness of dawn
and opening the day.
Carried on the wing to the butterflies.
Oh the nectar sweet, so pure.
Butterfly, hover and brush
the petals with tiny wing.
This is the tale of the Rose Fairies
Oh, what special tasks are these
the fairies bring to mind.
That joy and love abound
in this place....of roses...
