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