"No fairies", said my mother
"There are no fairies, dear!"
But, oh, I wish my mother
Would stop with me to hear
The lily bells in evening chime,
And see the dew drops gleam,
And notice how the mosses bend
With green weight near a stream.
I wish she'd watch the grasses dance
And see the flowers nod,
And look at places tiny feet
Have worn away in sod,
And then, though she'd not see them,
I think she'd change her mind.
It doesn't mean "no fairies"
Because they're hard to find.

Solveig Paulson Russell