Forget Me Not and the Silver Prince

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Forget Me Not and the Silver Prince,

they loved to run and play

In the cold of wintertime,

this chilly snowy day

 

With mittens in a shade of red

and boots to match the same

They followed footprints in the snow,

this was their favorite game

 

Running to the forest edge

they looked so deep inside

When footprints that they found instead

had seemed to run and hide

 

For hours they still played this game,

no heed they paid the cold

Forget Me Not began to cry,

the Silver Prince so bold

 

Said, “Why now cry my little friend

in tears that come to freeze,

a’ shimmering your bright red cheeks

as we gaze on the trees”

 

Forget Me Not then answered him,

while shivering where she stood

“The trees,” she said. “They are all dead,

no leaves do hold their wood”

 

The Silver Prince began to laugh

as snowflakes sat his eyes

To chuckle at the words she said,

while snow fell from the skies

 

“My tiny friend, oh precious one,

these trees are but asleep

If you would listen closely now,

their snores shall quell your weep”

 

Forget Me Not then listened close,

when in the forest roared

A gust of wind so chilling cold,

alas the trees had snored

 

“For it is every winter,”

the Silver Prince did speak

“The trees they fall to slumbering,

as through the cold they sleep”

 

She smiled like the sunrise free

beneath her golden hair

For this one fact that he had told,

she sure was not aware

 

Returning to the castle gate,

he took her by the hand

And whispered something in her ear,

that she did understand

 

He told her that he loved her and

if she would follow true

He’d teach her all she needs to know

of everything he knew

 

From that day forth they wandered on,

she learned from all he said

But one thing true he whispered kept

a flow throughout her head

 

Her heart was filled with laughter,

her eyes they shone so bright

Each day that they would run and play

within the nice sunlight

 

When spring it now descended,

new leaves upon the trees

Fresh flowers in the garden grew,

a soft inviting breeze

 

For at this time she noticed,

his words were not a lark

For every tree turned green again

within their favorite park

 

And on this day she whispered

to him these words so true

The Silver Prince he smiled when

she said, “I love you too”

 

Forget me not and the Silver Prince,

they loved to run and play

In the cold of wintertime

or any wondrous day

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

a wonderful bit of fancy presented as if we were there

[willweb]

Thanks Man. I appreciate it.

[AYVID N]

The Silver Prince was right, the Spring returned and brought back all the missing joy. Now, they'll have an even more wonderful time in that lovely park, in each other's company. A beautiful story told in your signature, perfect verses with such flair. I loved this poem so much!

[willweb]

Thank my friend. There is always a silver lining if you just look for it and are patient.

[AYVID N]

A lesson for me as I'm impatient by nature.
You're welcome, my friend. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.

[Betty Hermelee]

A lovely fairy tale.... from season to season and a growing love of each other.... wish we were all like that! Where in your brilliant mind did this idea come from? it's so soft and uplifting and makes me fell like a child all over again! Great job Will!
Best, B

[willweb]

Thank you Betty. I have no idea where these things come from. My mind isa very weird place at times. :)

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome Will, keep that mind spinning!
Best, B

[Ken e Bujold]

seems somebody been having a rather frollicky time in the snow

[willweb]

It is fun to play in, no fun to work in. Thanks Ken

[Ken e Bujold]

well it is fun to write about i will give you that

[Lorry]

I always knew those footprints in the snow were an invite to follow them, but do they have to be so good at hiding?
And yes, trees do snore! 😊

[willweb]

Hey, I like the new profile pic...are they snoring trees?

[Lorry]

Sadly they are ex trees now after our recent stormy weather.

[willweb]

That sucks, pretty bad storms it seems.

[Lorry]

Was away and hadn't checked weather on return. Further north got it worse and they still have no power, so thankful for small mercies, but not as thankful as I'd be for a sauna 😊

[willweb]

It is supposed to be 85f here today. Just sayin...

[Lorry]

I once felt 112 on holiday and that was just really showing off. Saying that, my minus 36 in Sweden made home feel balmy. Breathing should never be painful, no matter the weather 😊

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I appreciate this. I live in the woods, so many trees, several that hover over my house.
And they are sleeping now.
j.

[willweb]

Thanks my friend. Yep, I have a lot trees that back up to my property. I go walking and feel like Robin Hood.