Daisy Chains
The trees the backdrop of the forest for those that exist,
the mountains in the milieu, the summits hiding amongst the mist.
so many dainty appealing flowers, a fairies playful fun,
the pastures a yellow sea of daisies soaking up the sun,
Sitting amongst the flowers, come alive the meadow fair,
the brownies and the fairy folk together dancing in the air.
Celebration of the spring, they play with little sound,
wild flower posies presented with what the brownie's found.
The daisy chains were assembled until they became round,
all the fairies were adorned to wear their exquisite crown.
The brownies proud with their tiaras of daisies in between,
all the fairies danced today, they were as special as the queen.
Such cheerful were the natures of the brownies and fairy,
sitting upon this field decorated with stunning yellow beauty.
A life of such tranquillity, such serenity before the trees
as daisy chains a many were made amongst the leaves.
The spirits of the earth, the brownies and the fairy foe,
both so calm and innocent, playing together in duo.
Totally devoid of mischief and assisting to appease,
in harmony and tranquillity were the folk amongst the bees.
Cheerful was the feeling to all those that were around,
fairies dancing around the brownies, adorned with their crowns.
The melody of their music was a tune within its bliss,
But audible only to those who truly believe in myths.
The sparrows sang to their tune, music the fairies endowed,
Joining in the celebration as they flew around the crowd.
A festivity full of fun although never seen or to be found,
but when the sparrows sing the fairies are close around,
If you find some daisy chains within the fields beyond,
resting there on the ground with sparrows in full song.
You know the brownies and the fairies have been playing there,
adorning their heads with the daisy chains in a playful fare.
The mountains in the background, summit hiding in the mist,
the trees of the forest so plush and very thick.
The sparrows flying above the only clue you're left with,
as hiding in the thickets are the folklore and the myth.
By Julie
© 3/11/09
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