The Sprite

The Sprite I followed the road through the forest green The sun was streaming down through the trees Quietly I crept so I'd be unheard and unseen Very soon I settled down on my knees Before me was the most beautiful sight I felt I was most privileged to behold There before my eyes was a magical sprite Making piles and piles of sparkling gold He put it in many bags of thick velvet blue Then loading the bags onto a golden cart I stopped to wonder if I should pursue As he quickly, quietly began to depart Stepping into the forest with cart behind I followed him as close as I could But I looked and looked but couldn't find He vanished as I surely knew he would. ©Copyright All Rights Reserved November 24, 2007 Lunaria