This morning I woke
to the sound of her wings
They beat out my name
with the song that she sings
I opened one eye
to sneak a quick peek
Perched on a leaf
I saw what I seek
Sun light for hair
and gossamer wing
dew drop of dress
the spirit of spring
The chill of the morn
bit cold on my skin
but seeing her face
warmed me within
She noticed my eye
and giggled with bell
then winked back to me
as fairy dust fell
I called out her name
as I lay in my bed
but as quick as she came
my dear fairy fled
I rubbed at my eyes
as I stared at her leaf
had she really been there
her stay was so brief
I wispered good-bye
and hoped she would hear
"thank you sweet one"
and wiped my last tear
