The wind circles round, laughing <br />As she dances with it <br />Trailing sparkles and spangles <br />And giggles in the air. <br /> <br />The trees look down and listen <br />The flowers nod and smile <br />Marvelling at the sun <br />Playing catch-me through her hair <br /> <br />A strange spell fills the garden <br />Time has no meaning here <br />Things once so familiar <br />Are no longer the same <br /> <br /> And just for a minute <br />The world's a brighter place <br />Sprinkled with the magic <br />From a six year old's game.<br /><br />Martin O'Neill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-be-tygers/
