My Wave of Fantasy
I am very small, hardly ever seen by people. My pretty delicate wings, are colorful like my butterfly friends. The bright shining sun, sets my long curly pink hair glowing. I love drinking cold buttermilk, fresh from the buttercup flowers. Fresh green moss makes a tasty meal, extra special with tiny blue mushrooms. My bed is made from a leftover cloud, it fell from the big orange sky above. A smaller cloud, I rest my head on as my pillow. I have fun flying around, but I cannot to be seen. No one would believe, what they had seen.
If you will only believe then maybe one day, you will see me for I am everywhere.
Date Written:2/6/2023
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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