A child sits beneath a flame tree and watches the petals fall to cover the ground in a red carpet. Fairies are living in the tree and creating a bed for their princess.
FLAME TREE FAIRIES
By Michele Lourie c 2017
On a bright Autumn morning
Beneath a flame tree
I sit watching the petals
Gently float free.
I close tight my eyes
Raise my face to the sky
As like butterfly wings
They caress, passing by
Adrift on the breeze
Soft raindrops of red
To carpet the ground
Where tiny feet tread.
Above me are whisperings
From branches that swing
To the magical rhythm
Only fairy folk sing.
Alas, Winter is creeping
Closer each day
Little workers must finish
Their task, no delay.
A fairy Princess can have no finer bed
On which to lay down her royal head.
