She'll be queen once she is grown.
Made of petals of lily and wild roses,
she honey bathes our eyes, and delights our noses.
Little queen to be, you have yet to speak a word...
but through all the glen today,
your name alone we heard.
Your secret name is kept in a seed of flower's wild,
Your manner will be light as air; your heart, as kind and mild.
But for now, you sleep like any babe, our little fairy child.
Copyright © 2010 Tess
