You sit upon a mushroom, so fragile and small. A little tiny being, you can barely see at all. You fly among the flowers, across the sky of blue. Then through the blades of grass, touching them with dew. With wings like a moth, or a dragonfly. I hear the sound of them, as you flutter by. The moon creeps across the sky, behind the trees so tall. Then you rest upon a rose, as night begins to fall. I will look for you tomorrow, when the sun comes up again. You are so wonderful, my teeny tiny friend. written by Frank Rosalez.
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Marijke Cloes 01 Aug 2008
Beautiful work !Jennifer Callahan 16 Feb 2008
very unique!......very cute!Barbara Keith 23 Nov 2007
Wonderful piece and great work!!Renata Cavanaugh 04 Oct 2007
AdorableJerry 04 Oct 2007
Very delightful and excitng artwork!