Way up above the tallest trees

Where magic swirls around the sun

A fickle fairy was displeased

With everything the children done



Now some things she just didn t know

About the way they love to play

So through her gardens they would go

And pick her flowers all away



She felt she has to cast a spell

And make the garden hard to find

She waved her wand while white dust fell

And in a blink, it all was blind


No bees or butterflies flew by

The children never came to play

Her sadness grew as she would cry

Because she made them go away


The only thing that she could do

Was learn to share with everyone

And when she raised her wand and blew

The dust that swirled around the sun


Brought the garden back once more

Twas twice the size for us to view

It was that day the fairy swore

She d always share with children too!


Poem by Angela Ladouceur aka rushingwater on FanStory
My thanks go to Angela for the permission to use her poem.