Next babbling brook would suit you well,
By ditch or bank, midst rambling rose
Fronds unfurl as she twines and grows.
Her tones of light and emerald green
What finer symmetry be seen?
Delicate fingers reaching high
Stretching upward to the sky.
And what of the secretive Faerie Glen -
Hidden from the prying eyes of men
By a canopy of finest lace
The Fern in her most perfect place.
Class 2. Wattlebury Primary School