cyanpoet - Nature's Healer

Gleaming electric silver patterns shimmer in the clouds,
Fuzzy drifts of rich satin; soft as a filmy shroud,
Swirls of golden sunlight dazzle all agleam,
Flicker and dance; like flames burning autumn leaves.
Nestled among the flowers, hidden from sight,
Sheltered under rose blooms is a tiny aphrodite,
This mysterious figure, clad in sequins all aglow,
Glides through the forest on her magic rainbow.
Her task as a healer, there’s many to tend,
She collects silver ribbons, off a spider’s web,
From beds of wild violets, there’s pearls of morning dew,
To pour into her potion, of healing brew.
Tear drops from fairies, are added to her pot,
Followed by petals of fragrant forget me not,
Stirred all together, with her special wand,
Wee folk need only a drop, to cure whatever’s wrong,
Whenever you see movement in the wild grass,
Be careful where you tread, its a fairy going past.

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