She skips quietly among the leaves
Whispers poetically to the elderly trees
Her dress the wonderful natures green
Upon her head the crown of a Queen
Spreading her magic for natures pride
She spreads her wings and up she glides
Skilfully weaving her magic from the sky
Watches the flowers suddenly open their eyes
Ill treated trees and broken branches
With a flick of her fingers her magic heals and dances
Dawn is breaking, the sun will soon rise
The Queen’s job is now done so away she flies
From behind you see a trail of green dust
That belonged to a fairy all could trust
And that fairy's wings have only one name
The Wings of Nature carry her fame
Danielle Jade - Gadzookziie Spice 99
May 28th 2009
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