Categories: Grandchildren
On the pine-needle carpet through dappled light
They walked through tall trees
To where water shone bright
Old woman, young child, their hands held tight.
Mosses, lichens, bright green ferns
Bordered their path as it downward turned.
In that mystical realm of beauty and peace
They looked in awe and their talking ceased.
In the haunting quiet they heard a faint cry
“Please will you help me, or I’ll die!”
Looking down they saw a tiny fern man
Holding an acorn cup in his hand.
The small boy went down the stream with the cup
Dipped in the water and filled it up.
“I’ll always remember what you have done.
Thank you so much,” Fern man said and was gone.
They continued to sit in enchantment and wonder
Until they heard rumbling of distant thunder
It was time to leave this ethereal place
Reluctant return to the human race.
