THE MOON FAIRIES
By Josie Whitehead
The Moon fairies look at our earth
And ask each other: 'Why
Do mortals live so far from us,
Divided by black sky?'
From far in space they watch our earth
As round and round it twirls
And it looks just like blue marble
With clouds of pure white swirls.
If they could see our seasons
From their home far out in space,
They’d be astonished at the colours
Of this far, far distant place.
They’d see the autumn colours
As the leaves turned gold on trees
And the beauty of our springtime
Would be something that would please.
They'd never hear sweet birdsong
Or see lovely summer flowers
And they'd never get a snowstorm
Or, for certain, heavy showers.
They wouldn’t see the snow and ice
Which crown our mountain peaks
Nor the fields of wheat, our animals,
Or our rushing watery creeks.
They’d be jealous of this world of ours
Seen only in their sky.
Perhaps they’d look at what we have
And very sadly sigh.
The beauty of our lovely world
Would give them all a shock.
Their home's so very, very dull,
Composed of ash and rock.
Continued . . . .