Seated serenly upon the bank
Was a fairy of infinite beauty
Her long blonde hair hung past her waist
And her dress was light and airy
Her wings were stretched above her head
They were transparent and pastel hued
And the look on her face was very mysterious
As though she were looking for a clue

She didn't seem startled when I appeared
She motioned for me to sit down
And then she began to tell a story
Of the wishing pond she'd found
It seems it never stayed in one spot
But moved from place to place
And if you were lucky to find it once
It would certainly be gone the next day

She told me her name was Shaylee
And asked if I lived nearby
I answered, "my name is Megan
And i've always been real shy"
We talked and talked for hours
Until the sky turned dark
And then she led me to a clearing
And when I turned she was gone