A blithe fairy released from a three-decade slumber
Awoke in a blossoming rose–
Fear and despair
Had trapped her there,
Escaping from all her woes.
Till one day there came a Lady fair
Who discovered a withering bloom–
She tended and fed
The flow’r in its bed
Dissolving the spell of gloom.
It flourished under her tender care;
The pain of the past washed away–
The rose opened wide
With the fairy inside
Bringing hopes for a brighter day.
She smiled and she stretched and she tested her wings,
Lightly touching the blooms of her bed —
This Celtic delight
Was prepared to take flight
And she circled the Lady’s head.
“How can I thank you?” the fairy proclaimed.
In reply, the kind Lady smiled–
“It was not only me
Who set your soul free–
‘Twas the love for our Inner Child.”