A dropp of water cuddled up
To a sprig of a mountain fir.
A magic, see-through ball turned up –
A useful tool for every dreamer.
But the dropp hung dangerously,
And sway on the evergreen tree.
What a poor dream – such clumsy.
For a while I was a fairy…
Jolanta Gradowicz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drop-of-water-to-harry/
