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.