Is the fairy godmother giving you a dress?
The bad stepmother might like to confess
Perhaps the evil witch brew her cauldron?
All I want are sausages, cheese and bacon
There’s a sleeping princess up there
Prince Charming coming from nowhere
The pretty princess might wake up
True love’s kiss wakes her up
He glimpsed a figure standing in the shade
A lady in pink and her hair all braid
The wind blew, black hair down her sides cascade
Who was she and why was she in the greyed?
Was she in trouble and needed some aid?
She’s so pretty, he wants to serenade
Was it all a dream as the figure fades?
flutters around the square
balance of the soul
rainbow in a butterfly
like lively ballet dancer
spins with the wind
wings beating the summer air
frail and delicate