Waiting for the Faeries
A
child sits on the edge of a hill,
Looking
over the trees.
She
waits so patiently, sitting so still,
Her
hair blowing softly in the breeze.
She's
waiting for the miracle
The
soft buzzing of the wings.
That
little laugh and sparkle
That
the little faeries sing.
The
sun is slowly melting,
Like
butter in the heat.
But
she sits never faltering,
Like a
starfish in the sea.
She's
waiting for the miracle
In
the stories she's been told.
That
little laugh and sparkle
And
watch the scene unfold.
The
yellow yolk has disappeared,
Left
pure darkness in its wake.
Yet
the little girl, she has no fear,
She
sits there wide awake.
She's
waiting for the miracle
The
beautiful drawings come to life
That
little laugh and sparkle
That
she has waited for every night.
The
moon has risen above
The
cold wind starts to blow.
Yet
still she waits, hands tucked in gloves,
Even
as it starts to snow.
She's
waiting for the miracle
That
doesn't seem to be true.
That
little laugh and sparkle
But still doesn't have a clue.
Finally,
the stars are twinkling.
The
snow's a metre deep.
Still
no faeries, not an inkling
But
the little girl's fast asleep.