Cosmos Umbrella

The picture was of a golden Cosmos flower taken from ground level up into the underside of the flower and the bright blue sky. Cosmos Umbrella This wee forest pixie The kind most do not see Stood there all scared and alone At the edge of the clearing Discovery fearing She knew she had to get home Now to cross open field She needed a shield To keep herself hidden from view So a Cosmos umbrella Of bright gold and yella She felt would just have to do And she hoped that that flower In the heat of that hour Would shade her so she wasn’t hot And so grabbing a stem And lifting her hem The pixie took off at a trot And once back at home And no longer alone She saved and then planted the seeds So the next time she crossed She would not feel as lost As the Cosmos filled all of her needs