by Grayson Chong
A girl, with hair the colour of honey,
giggled while she chased a little bunny
through fields of golden hay and black cherries.
Suddenly she stopped and asked a fairy,
"Beauty, you only appear to a few.
When you’re not with me, where can I find you?"
With hair of fire and wings of midnight
blue, Beauty whispered with a smile so bright,
"Child, I am wherever you choose. Despair
shall never claim you, for I’m everywhere.
I am found in the whisper of the trees
that stir the light dance of the autumn leaves.
I am the joyous laugh of the flowers
and the tears of the angels through rain showers.
You see me when the sun kisses the moon.
You hear me when birds chirp their pretty tune".
The girl added a rose to her flow’r crown.
Light shone in her eyes of dark green and brown.
Her soft head fell on the fairy’s shoulder.
She asked the last question she had for her,
"Beauty, will I be like you one day too?
Yes, child. There’ll always be beauty in you".