She Is

In the morning's early dew,

She sits and waits just for you--

She hopes you will come and play

Outside in the sun all day.

She's the chirping of the birds,

The gentle breeze that you heard,

The warming kiss of the sun,

The laughter in summer's fun.

Games she holds so very dear,

Light she gives when dark is near--

A fairy you cannot see,

Waiting for your friend to be.