Stop at the churches, don't wait till the last. Stop at the schools to learn what you can. Slow for construction, get out, lend a hand. Life is a journey, already embarked. They take their meals from petals, pink.
Morning dew becomes their drink.
In moss and fern their home is made Amid the woods, deep in the shade. Weaving flowers into their hair Faces aglow with beauty, rare. They dress in emeralds from the trees Adorned with butterflies and bees. The ladybugs are welcome friend Bearing good gifts from garden tends. A sweet pea pod, a bite of peach, Tender tidbits just out of reach.