The Sprite

I followed the road through the forest green
The sun was streaming down through the trees
Quietly I crept so  I'd be unheard and unseen
Very soon I settled down on my knees

Before me was the most beautiful sight
I felt I was most privileged to behold
There before my eyes was a magical sprite
Making piles and piles of sparkling gold

He put it in many bags of thick velvet blue
Then loading the bags onto a golden cart
I stopped to wonder if I should pursue
As he quickly, quietly began to depart

Stepping into the forest with cart behind
I followed him as close as I could
But I looked and looked but couldn't find
He vanished as I surely knew he would.

                                                            
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                     November 24, 2007
                                                            
                          Lunaria