Saved By Her Faerie Godmother
tiger lily was tired of being beautifully stagnant.
Bored, she was tired of standing on this hill, facing the sun.
Every year same oh, same oh.
Her faerie godmother came by. What do you need?
I need to bounce around, to see the world.
Poof! She became a beautiful ball!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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