A Fairy Story

The flowers didn't bloom in the garden this year,
And all the pretty fairies began to cry;
They shed their tears till they could weep no more.
Then God above spoke, and said, "Wipe away your tears,
Come gather up your things, fly your silver wings,
And follow Me to My garden where it blooms all year."
They vanished to the heavens with promises to return
To earth with their magical melodies and dust
When the flowers bloomed once more.