Amazing Kids! Magazine

Flower Seeds and Fairy Magic

By Kathleen Thomas, age 14, Maine


Fallen angels
Tumbling through clouds and mists
Throwing a dappled pattern on the floor
Penetrating the murky ink of a mountain cave

Trusted couriers
Falling straight and true
Never deviating from their path
They never take detours or change direction

Except when they see a mirror
They can’t resist stopping just to see their reflection
They are vain

But they are also constant and golden
They make the ordinary glow
They turn dust mites into fairy magic
And seeds of brown into blooms of hues

They warm the broken heart
But punish the ill-prepared traveler
They reveal those who’d like to stay hidden

But heal a hopeless soul
Sun rays are jacks-of-all-trades