I have seen a hundred sunsets with these eyes
watched the world as it grew old.
Beheld the glorious eagle as on high she flies
slept within the fields of gold.
I have tasted sweet nectar from the flowers
savored that ambrosia on my lips.
Reveled in those countless April showers
shrunk away from winter's nips.
I have heard the tales that children hear
and become each one's fantasy
I've seen imagination's eye shed a tear
for the sake of a mind's tragedy.
I have lived so many lifetimes among you
but only your children somehow see
all the wonderful things you adults once knew
and they love little fairies such as me.