she lives in the greenest valley
with eyes that haunt your soul
she keeps our deepest longings
that’s her fairy role

there grows a tree in her garden
full of beautiful pears
each one greener than springtime
all are shaped like tears

she loves to fly at twilight
when shadows are dimly green
all in the valley love her
and call her fairy queen.

Donna Earle©2009 NL Canada

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