The Lost Fairy
On wings soft and new
A young sprite she flew
Over the hills very high.
A sunflower crown,
Calling her down,
With a wink of his bright yellow eye.
On his golden bed
Laid her sweet curly head.
Drifting to slumber, sleep tight.
A kind dragonfly,
Waited close by,
To watch over her all through the night.
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2024
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