one day i saw a flower
she whispered to my ear
"the fairies are quite pretty
she happens to be near."
i thought i saw one flying
next to my flower friend
but all i saw abuzzing
was nothing to get bent.
just butterflies pollinating
and buzzing about was a bee
oh, where could be a fairy
that i can truly see?
again the flower whispered
"the fairies are quite near"
and suddenly i just realized
she was talking about me!
-poem by bibi gefre
