Special Fairy Story (A)

JOSIE'S POEMS

Magical/Mystical Poems
for Children

By Josie Whitehead

The Council tree man said to us:

‘This tree, it must come down.’

I sadly thought of what he said

And wore a gloomy frown.

Our tree had rotted deep inside

Away from human sight.

It might fall on our roof one day.

The tree man was quite right.

Another tree we’ve planted since

Will also grow quite tall.

I hope that many years will pass

Before it, too, will fall.

My story isn’t finished yet.

I think you’d like to know

That where the first tree used to live

Some little toadstools grow.

The place is now a magic place

Where fairies come to play.

They dance beneath the stars at night,

Then disappear next day.

When any tree is sadly felled,

Poor Mother Nature cries,

But a tree, like every living thing,

Gets old and, one day, dies.

Then tiny fairies dance and sing,

And to music gently sway.

This heals the earth that’s lost its friend

And takes its hurt away.

Now I want this secret to be safe,

Known just by you and me,

And I’m sure that you’ll remember this

When you see a fallen tree.