the fairy dance

Fragile petals that the wind

stirs in a fairy dance,

bright face lifted to soak in the Light.

Standing tall, each day brings new growth;

each gentle rain washes and soothes,

leaving drops that glisten,

reflecting the world, magnifying

it's tender beauty.

Nectar offered as a gift,

carried away on busy wings;

sharing life and sending forth

seeds to grow anew,

spreading the dance

to grow again

in sometimes unexpected places;

peeking out of thrown away treasures

and fissures of neglect,

their faces so bright.

A breeze coaxes forth the joy,

and fairies dance again.

k

*and what do you suppose I am describing?