Sage flies happily through the oak trees
singing happily to fox and deer
a friend to both bird and bees
she always seems to be full of cheer
Her hair is the colour of the freshest snow
her sapphire eyes always seem to glow
matching the colour of her long silk gown
when she's around it's impossible to frown
Nature is the source of her healing powers
collecting nectar from woodland flowers
she lives in a giant red mushroom by the stream
where all she has is happy dreams
Winter is the only time when she will rest
and the forest is surrounded by mist and gloom
when spring arrives she will fly again
just as the plants begin to bloom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another nice one. ;) to MyPoemList. bri :) have a doubly bubbly bath in warm milk, AND please forward the following to Sage. thanks. As Sage flies happily through the oak trees, i hope she's got pads to protect her knees, a helmet strong to protect her pretty noggin, and a big spill-proof mug to carry her grog in.