
With a tiny brush she paints her picture This little girl with eyes of blue Shining like lilies on a periwinkle pond... As her world turns softly So innocent and precious This cherished child Painting the gardens of her little world Looking up to the stars and moon Remembering her fairy dreams As she colors the pages in different hues She'll lay her little head upon her pillow Waiting for the sandman to visit her sleepy bed Sprinkling fairy dust on her head In her reverie so sweet... As fireflies flit in and out Spreading their sweet purple beams... In her little girl dreams 
By anne p murray |