Here’s one of the poems I wrote when my children were young. May it bring a smile to all who believe and a glimmer of possibility to those who do not.

Fairy Songs

Wildflowers on my windowsill
And a song upon the breeze,
Secrets in the distance
Whisper through the trees.

Butterflies on buttercups
Beside a happy stream
Where tiny voices softly sing
As in a child’s dream.

Fairy songs may come to you
Upon a gentle breeze.
As daisies dance with black-eyed Sue
And the sun climbs through the trees.

Or in the early morning shadows,
When not only birds will sing
But a thousand fairy voices
Can through the forest ring.

And deep in the night where magic lives
As the moon and the stars draw near
If your heart is true, and you believe
The fairy songs you will hear.

-by Lisa Popp