Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Little Miss Lily ........

Lily lies sleeping with the fairies in our garden. She plays amongst the huge white blossoms of a beautiful rose bush , she lays her sweet head upon a  cushion of  sweet smelling violets. Her pretty dresses  are spun silk in the softest of ivory,  her cheeks are the palest of pink.  Her voice is soft and sweet, her heart as pure as gold.

No comments:

Post a Comment