The Lady

She watches the tiny birds

As they forage on the ground
And chirp up in their trees
The most glorious of sounds


She sees the little ants
As they scurry to and fro
Silently they tread
And she watches where they go

And the pretty red ladybugs
That wander amongst the leaves
With their shiny black spots
All their beauty the lady sees

Going about their business
She too observes the bees

Hard at work and humming 
These marvellous creatures seem

And the lady always hears
The stirring of the trees

As the wind comes and goes
Whispering through their leaves

So quietly she sits
Amongst her bed of green
And never has this lady
Ever been seen

Night and day does the lady sit there

Watching and waiting for someone to notice her

People pass by
So caught up in their lives

They fail to see the lady
Or hear nature as is cries

Only one truly knows
Its secrets and its tales

She’s the lady who really sees
And see - she’s never failed

Hear her call and sing
With a voice golden and pure
She sings of a hidden world
Of magic and wonder

Of beauty beyond measure
A kingdom that tells her stories
A universe that she longs to share

But will anybody, ever find her?

By Bella Towns, October 2019 (age 12)
"The Lady" and "The Sparrow" illustrations by Emilia Towns, January 2020 and October 2019 respectively (age 10)