Please peek you out, my fairy friend,
From that hiding place of leaves.
Under the buttercups you dance,
Beneath the age old eaves.
Bells of bright petals wreath your hair,
And ferns hem your lacy dress.
Twin fawns kiss you with their warm breath,
While doe kneels down to bless.
In childhood did you come to me,
And brushed away all the tears.
We laughed and skipped with fireflies,
To notes just we could hear.
I never told a soul about,
Our gold and glorious days.
With mauve-lit dells and make believe,
Those things a child would say.
I search and try to seek you out,
Let us weave more daisy chains.
Remember me… I have not changed,
And take my hand again.