Tales From the Forest

Some sleeping pansy fairy dust and orange rinds (they are a must) A twinkle past the sky-lit moon and tear drops from the month of June Flower petals crushed and scattered flecked upon the silver water Then there's you - the violet's daughter In disguise you're all that matters Whisper vines and lady lace the whitest flower's sad disgrace A present for the truffle tree reminded you, that day, of me.