Liliosh of the Junipers, flies like the wind from tree to tree.

She makes no sound. Her little heart light, the only hint she’s around.
She glimmers in the morning dew drops in the sunflower forest.

She sets a gentle breeze through my hair.
She isn’t there if I look for her. She stays busy with fairy affairs.
Unexpectedly she appears, just visible at the top of my head.

When I try to see her face she’s not there.

She’s faster than my eyes.
She isn’t there when I want her.

She’s not one for idle chatter. She makes herself known when there’s a need.

There is peace in her presence and beauty in her quiet ways.

She’s a friend who stays near by.