Finding Emeralds

 

Her name was Foon.

The forest flowers

were her friends.

She lived with fairies

and ate wild fruits.

Her only love was the moon.

The night was foggy,

the lake frozen.

The green-eyed clouds

barred her beloved.

She fretted

as the fairies sang,

for her only love was the moon.

She set out 

in search of her lost love.

She climbed hills

and crossed valleys.

She followed fireflies

until she reached

an island,

far and forgotten.

She walked in the dark

among the tall trees

and in the shade of one,

she found a stone.

It shined brighter 

than her beloved.

She loved it right away, 

for it looked like her eyes,

her emerald-green eyes.

She picked up more

for her friends back home.

All at once,

there was a frantic howl.

She was frightened

to her core.

With the emeralds

still in her grip

she fainted

at the sight 

of a ferocious beast. 

The familiar fragrance

of the flowers,

The fluttering fairies,

she opens her eyes.

T'was an unusual dream!

The moon smiles at her

but she feels nothing.

She unfolds her hand

to see the shining stones.

She embraces them

with her once-feeble heart,

for they looked like her eyes,

her emerald-green eyes!

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