By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

“Look Mama! The trees are dancing again!”

The tiny mother fairy flitted closer to her even tinier girl-child, enjoying the wonder on her daughters face as she watched the magic of the forest.

“They dance for you my little one, a very special honor because it means you are an Earth fairy, to protect and nourish all things of the Earth, living and inert my little love.”

“You mean like the dancing trees and singing rocks Mama, like those you mean and the rivers and animals and humans too Mama, right?”

“Well, I, I had never considered it but, as you said it then it must be so my child, so yes, humans too, although you know it is forbidden to be seen by one, don’t you?”

“Yes Mama, then we…

There’s a place, not known to thee

Where the forest grows some elephant trees

Were they once vines? I’ll never know

Did Jack’s Giant put on a show?

For the trunks branch down from heaven

There’s not one, ten, or even seven

Many elephants turned into wood

At least that’s what I see, what I understood

The forest of snouts is a miracle to see

A good place to climb or get down on one knee

The sun shines through a waving breeze

I hope all of those elephants never have to sneeze!

© E.M. Kingston, 2022 ~ All Rights Reserved.

Written for Stine Writing’s Simply 6 Minutes

I didn’t get many words on this one, as I am not usually a rhyming poet 🙂