Fairy Garden

Poem

The rose maidens are fairies ,true,

They are invisible often and fragile too

They live in the garden which they do tend

And welcome each and all like a new friend

The flowers in the garden they do plant row after row

And inside many rivelets of fresh water thru it does flow

The blooms are both soft pastels and colors bright

And when they are done painting they take off in flight

The butterflies and birds do flutter in too

And stop at the foliage to examine the new

They gather the fallen ones,a wreath they do make

To the front door of their home they do it take

And sing a pure, sweet, and emotional song

Of the beautiful land to which they belong

Author's Note

unfinished