Sometimes our fairy,
Felt her magic had gone,
The sunshine was dark.

She thought her magic,
Had disapeared-just vanished,
Into a nothing!

She felt very sad,
For her friends she could not cheer,
She felt dark and drear.

She felt so alone,
One night as she went to bed,
She prayed and sobbed.

She was on her bed,
When her magic came,
She felt joy again!

She felt her sunshine,
Returning again to her,
She could help her friends!

She could spread sunshine,
To her dear fairy friends,
And help her parents.

She now felt happy,
She could fly very high now,
That her magic came!

*~Marian~

Its a place where all the Fairies dance and sing,
Happily in a Fairy Ring,
Dancing all around;
Making a happy sound!

They dance and sport around the Fairy Queen,
They're sometimes called Fairies of the green,
In Springtime you might hear their laughter ring;
As they dance in a Fairy Ring.

Let us join hands together,
Let us always be Fairy friends forever,
Let us join hands and sing;
As we too form a Fairy Ring!

*~Marian~

I came back in Spring
To see my garden had grew
With beautiful, magical flowers
Growing all over the place
Bluebells on either side
Of the garden path
Dark red Taboo roses
Of heavenly crimson
Climb the abandoned house
Wisteria a moonlight purple
Wraps it's vines around
The tall, majestic trees
Daisies grow beside the ferns
Such a lovely, living bouquet
Violas are growing
Underneath the hickory tree
Other flowers, too many to name
Are growing in my garden
They waltz in the heavenly scented breezes
My garden I remember
Planting with care
Toiling away all day long
Now rewarded for my prime of life
Striving to get those seeds planted
Now I have been well rewarded
With those treasured-cherished blooms
That I water each and every day
In my acorn watering buckets
That I use just for watering
My magical flowers
Growing silently
Secretly hidden
In my enchanted
Beautiful secret garden
That I so diligently
Planted with great care
Now they are growing
And I am very happy
Just to see them
Nodding and swaying
Some sweet dance
In the warm golden
Honeyed sunlight
Slanting across the
Whole wide world
And now my own
Little world is rich
With pure ecstasy
In happy golden moments
I can always come here
And think back
While silent memories return
And an orchestra of birds sing
In my own sweet garden
Where the fairies dwell
And keep me company
When I am lonely
And need a friend
My garden shall remain
Until the day when it
Shall wither and die

*~Marian~

The hourglass with sands of time,
Time of beauty and delight,
Time of Nature peaceful and sublime;
Now time has ended it's not even night.

It's too late time has all too soon come to an end,
The hourglass of time now lay broken,
The sand flies into the wind;
And the pieces of broken glass in the ocean waves now hath sunken.

*~Marian~

I float out to sea like driftwood
Other times I find myself windswept
Higher and higher
In autumn gusts of wind
In summertime my beautiful green skin
Is a youthfully verdant hue
I cling to this told old tree
And provide a canopy
Until one day I find myself delicate
And easy to crumble in your hands
For I have withered
When winter comes
I will become invisible
And insignificant underneath
A blanket of sparkling white snow
My life goes unnoticed and I long to be loved
But no one loves a trivial leaf like me
Yet this is my life and I am content
With being who I am
Even though I am forgotten and alone

**~Marian~

Let the sun and moon be a comfort to you,
Under skies of clear blue.
Let the faerie dust around you fly,
One burden lifted. You heave a sigh.

Do like me and get into a boat,
And find a water lily bloom that down the river did float.
Weave a web of colours gay,
Even if the be day be gray,
There is still light around you;
Under skies of clear blue.

*Marian

We'll go to the meadows, where the cowslips do grow,
And buttercups, looking as yellow as gold;
And daisies and violets begining to blow;
For it is a most beautiful sight to behold.

The little bee humming about them is seen,
The butterfly merrily dances along;
The grasshopper chirps in the hedges so green,
And the linnet is singing his liveliest song.

The birds and the insects are happy and gay,
The beasts of the field they are glad and rejoice,
And we will be thankful to God every day,
And praise His great name in a loftier voice.

He made the green meadows, He planted the flowers.
He sent His bright sun in the heavens to blaze;
He created these wonderful bodies of ours,
And as long as we live we will sing of His praise.

Jane and Ann Taylor

Mist of love,
Fills the forest sky,
Created only by God above;
And the morning is drawing nigh.

Swiftly the world awakes,
And the mist is fading away,
Mist stops filling the air around the far off lake;
And before we know it shortly, also fades like mist the day.

*~Marian~

Streetlights Are The Palm Trees
The Asphalt Is The Salty Waves
Seagulls Fly Overhead It Is True
The Cold Bitter Wind Is The Warm
Salty Ocean Breeze
The Store Ahead Will Be
Our Ocean Pavilion Or Beach Hut
And We The People Are Wading Through
Our Asphalt Ocean
How Cool Are The "Waves"
Against My Ankles

*~Marian~

Dark, dark the silent night
Anemones sweetly sleep
Owls hoot and insects chirp
Dark, dark the quiet night
When Fairies gather in a ring
When stars twinkle in the sky
Like a million jewels
Dark, dark the beautiful night
When pedal harps begin to sing
Across the night air
Dark, dark the quiet night
When flowers unfurl their soft petals
Towards the beautiful night sky
Dark, dark the silent night
When everything is beautiful and enchanting

*~Marian~

Oh, the white Sea-gull, the wild Sea-gull,
   A joyful bird is he,
As he lies like a cradled thing at rest
   In the arms of a sunny sea !
The little waves rock to and fro,
   And the white Gull lies asleep,
As the fisher's bark, with breeze and tide,
   Goes merrily over the deep.
The ship, with her fair sails set, goes by,
   And her people stand to note
How the Sea-gull sits on the rocking waves,
   As if in an anchored boat.

The sea is fresh, the sea is fair,
   And the sky calm overhead,
And the Sea-gull lies on the deep, deep sea,
   Like a king in his royal bed !
Oh, the white Sea-gull, the bold Sea-gull,
    A joyful bird is he,
Throned like a king, in calm repose
   On the breast of the heaving sea !

The waves leap up, the wild wind blows,
     And the Gulls together crowd,
And wheel about, and madly scream
    To the deep sea roaring loud.
And let the sea roar ever so loud,
    And the wind pipe ever so high,
With a wilder joy the bold Sea-gull
    Sends forth a wilder cry.

For the Sea-gull, he is a daring bird,
  And he loves with the storm to sail;
To ride in the strength of the billowy sea,
  And to breast the driving gale !
The little boat, she is tossed about,
  Like a sea-****, to an fro;
The tall ship reels like a drunken man,
  As the gusty tempests blow.

But the Sea-gull laughs at the fear of man,
  And sails in a wild delight
On the torn-up breast of the night-black sea,
  Like a foam cloud, calm and white.
The waves may rage and the winds may roar,
  But he fears not wreck nor need;
For he rides the sea, in its stormy strength,
  As a strong man rides his steed.

Oh, the white Sea-gull, the bold Sea-gull !
  He makes on the shore his nest,
And he tries what the inland fields may be;
  But he loveth the sea the best !
And away from land a thousand leagues,
  He goes 'mid surging foam;
What matter to him is land or shore,
  For the sea is his truest home !

*Mary Howitt