The Fairy Garden
I am a fact-based scientist by trade,
Pragmatic, with many an accolade.
So know this when I say
I do not believe in Fairies, no way.
At Japanese Gardens I go for walks,
With my granddaughter who endlessly talks
About all topics, imagined and real,
And how the “Fairy Garden” makes her feel.
That six-year-old flits o’er bridges tiny,
Crossing golden koi ponds, fish all shiny!
She skips around carved stone lanterns so tall,
And wades in waters ‘round the waterfall.
On a bench, I muse about pleasant things,
I picture that child with gossamer wings,
My giggling fairy girl taking delight
In every branch, bug, and bird in sight.
I asked if she likes this quiet place for thinking.
“No Papa!” she exclaimed, “I like to hear them whispering!”
Who? “The fairies,” with exasperated look.
Her face a delightfully innocent open book.
Then off she goes without another word,
Leaving me to wonder what I’d just heard.
Know my science summary so profound:
Their wing motion makes a whispering sound.
January 12, 2022
Contest: Whispering Wings
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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