A fairy wanders the forest
Visiting all the trees;
She leans her cheek to all their trunks
And looks at their soft green leaves.
She heals and protects the woodlands,
This gentle little fae;
She takes her work quite seriously,
And works both night and day.
For trees can quickly vanish,
Gone at the woodsman's hand;
It brings such tears to the fairie's eyes,
And leaves scars upon the land.
And for what are the precious woods
Cut down in their prime?
A chair, a door, a dollar?
To replace them takes much time.
So help the little fairy;
Do everything you can
To keep the trees where they belong
Helping environment and man.
Reduce, reuse, recycle
Isn't just for tree-hugging faes,
It's for all of us and our children,
And for those in the coming days.
Go take a walk in a forest,
Find a lovely tree to squeeze;
If the wandering fairy sees you
I'm sure she will be pleased!
©2010 Randi Kuhne, My Fairy Poems. All rights reserved. No other use without permission.