In a garden full of flitting butterflies and flickering fireflies
Lying down on picnic mats and dreaming of the summers gone by,
Gazing at airplanes flying in the sky so high!
My songs are all about the sun, stars and the moon shining bright
Rainy days saw me splashing in puddles
Winter, in warm quilts and snug fleece bundles
A home lit by fireplaces and cozy light of candles
Running through sweet, wet grass on a summer day
Ice cubes tinkled in tall jugs of fruit punch and lemonade
Daisies and dandelions were my wreath and crown
Tucking every wildflower in my hair and playing until sundown
Every grove, meadow and stream
Lent me tender memories and many sweet dreams
Take me home to yesterday, a childhood studded with rhinestones and daintily woven macrame
When I was happy sailing paper boats in my wonderland, spangled with dewdrops and rime.
I have stumbled into this world, my eyes sparkling with a stardust sheen
As my palms clutched at a pearly moonbeam,
I patiently look up at the sky to see
If Witches fly on brooms on Halloween
Or Santa Claus glides by with his reindeers in a sleigh of coral sheen
I had read about Tinkerbell and the shimmery wings of fairies
Thinking how thrilling it must be, to be able to fly across the starry nights and kaleidoscopic galaxies
I had read about Wendy, Casper, Peter Pan with great enthrall,
Fairies of Summer, Fairies of Spring, ones of Winter and even those of Fall.
Flower fairies, Tree Fairies and fairies of every kind…
Even about witches, the ones who, to Snow-white, Rapunzel Sleeping Beauty, were unkind.
It was a dreamy world. It was a fairy world.
Every Daisy, Bluebell or Buttercup might have a fairy hiding in them,I was told.
Not one to feel down if I don't,
I'd create a fairy tale of my own
Their gowns I'd imagine with satin, ribbons, laces and frill
Even palaces and happy kingdoms where songbirds would all day trill.
©️ Sangeetha Kamath
Pic Courtesy Image by GrumpyBeere from Pixabay
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