Wasn't all that long ago,
I stood within the glen.
I beheld a giant Daffodil,
atop a ten foot stem.
Over top the petals did,
come to my ear music sweet.
Curiosity did send me up,
climbing those ten tall feet.
Reaching the top I did peek
and see a wondrous sight.
Each one playing a small flute,
five in all, wee little Sprites.
Upon seeing me they did cease,
the music that drew me there.
In harmony they spoke out,
"It's about time you got here"!
That they knew me, did surprise.
That they were waiting, even more.
When one did offer me a flute,
I jumped through a magic door.
Suddenly, I did change.
Was tiny, with gossamer wings.
I wore a gown of moonbeam dust
and could make that flute sing.
A band of sisters, six were we.
Playing music that makes you sigh.
Within a mystic Daffodil,
atop a stem ten feet high.
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 9:34 PM UTC
Wasn't all that long ago,
I stood within the glen.
I beheld a giant Daffodil,
atop a ten foot stem.
Over top the petals did,
come to my ear music sweet.
Curiosity did send me up,
climbing those ten tall feet.
Reaching the top I did peek
and see a wondrous sight.
Each one playing a small flute,
five in all, wee little Sprites.
Upon seeing me they did cease,
the music that drew me there.
In harmony they spoke out,
"It's about time you got here"!
That they knew me, did surprise.
That they were waiting, even more.
When one did offer me a flute,
I jumped through a magic door.
Suddenly, I did change.
Was tiny, with gossamer wings.
I wore a gown of moonbeam dust
and could make that flute sing.
A band of sisters, six were we.
Playing music that makes you sigh.
Within a mystic Daffodil,
atop a stem ten feet high.
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