The deepest darkness of the night....
is shimmering, sparkling, gay, alight!
with all the faries shining bright....
as the ivy grows....
Now the sprites ate being born,
their mothers keep them safe and warm
and they take shelter from the storm
as the Ivy grows....
Mermaids are a sight, behold!
their scales shine of the purest gold,
their voices bewitch, ..... or so i'm told,
as the Ivy grows...
Human eyes can never see....
how beautiful the world can be...
we never hear the mermaids sing...
or feel the joy the faries bring...
No one knows, as the ivy grows,
the ivy sees it all.
1/23/07 Julie Rogers
Julie Rogers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-ivy-grows/
