The Flora Faery
A face so innocent and sweet,
I n'er before had chanced to meet,
As there upon a leaf does stand,
With dew drops in her tiny hand,
To wash the petals of a rose,
And tend to how my garden grows,
Oh, Flora, Keeper of the Flowers,
I could gaze at you for hours,
Watching as you gently sup,
The nectar of a buttercup.
—Diana Haronis | 
