Wise Lily Stories
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Coats of Blue Two little friends in coats of blue Went walking one rainy day There was no sun But they had fun Singing along the way! The raindrops fell Pell and mell You might say "my oh my!" But 'neath that umbrella you could tell That they were warm and dry. And then they stopped to take a look At birdies one and two Under an umbrella big With feathers bright and blue! I They too were singing in the rain Yet they were warm and dry Underneath a mushroom cap Big, and fat and wide! So when you walk out with a friend Who likes to sing with you You might just see another pair Wearing coats of blue. written and illustrated by Christine Summerfield/April 21, 2020
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One fristy frosty morning, I walked upon the land Everything had turned to white, a winter wonderland! Tiny little crystals on every branch and twig Standing neatly in a row on pine and cedar sprigs! Tiny little crystals On every rose and thorn Shining like a diamond bright On this winter morn. Tiny little crystals dressing up the seeds Ready for the winter ball, even thistle weeds! Tiny little crystals on grasses brown and dry Made me stop and take a look and give a happy sigh! These tiny little crystals Felt like grains of sand But did not last and melted when I held them in my hand. What once was dry and brittle in my garden brown Suddenly had changed to white and wore a silver gown! Thank you little crystals for all you had to say Such delight you gave to me on this winter's day! © written by Christine Summerfield/Feb 28, 2019 Elements Four Sitting quietly by the shore Beholding elements...one, two, three four. The water splashes! singing clear Quiet stones sit for a thousand years. Brother wind blows all a swirl Patterns made they move and curl. But where is the fire? you might ask Father Sun wears his golden mask. Making diamonds so divine On the water, they sparkle and shine. Water, air, fire, earth Elements Four coming to birth. © Christine Summerfield /July 14, 2018 I often like to share with you my love for plants so green But I have another love that often goes unseen. I have other kinds of friends, big and small and round Smooth or jagged, straight or flat, they do not make a sound. Behold the stones so old and wise, a wonder to behold. Strong and dependable, their stories slowly unfold. So come along and take my hand and walk a bit with me And meet my friends, the ancient ones, so many we can see. First, there are the travel stones that greet you at my home They come from France and Italy, Switzerland and Rome. Next there are the glossy ones found by my family From the shores of Kootenay Lake in beautiful BC! Right beside them are the ones shaped just like a heart Gathered over many years, Nature's perfect art! And when you walk along the back to a place small but wild Shells and crystals all love here, placed by a little child. They are gifts for fairies small, a simple offering They like to curl up tight in them and softly sweetly sing! And even a little school you'll find when you bend down low A painted stone with colors bright, hidden way down below. Across from it a Mother Stone sits under the Viburnum tree She is named Grandmother Stone and sits there happily. Her husband is not far away, the Grandfather of them all He takes you to my comfy chair where you can hear the call Of finches, robins and chickadees who land on sturdy rocks Placed in the bird bath carefully, where they can drink and talk! They land on the stepping stones in the water clear They drink and bathe there all day long, they are so sweet and dear. Then get up and walk some more to the sunny side More stones do line the garden bed, where they happily abide. The path will bring you to a place where neighbors like to meet Two flat stones form a bridge for our happy feet. All these stones are treasures, they are my dearest friends They've been here since the beginning of time, they'll be here 'til the end. Perhaps you too will find some stones sitting in the ground Waiting patiently for you, without making a sound. Pick one up and say hello and feel it in your hand It might just have a story to tell of the earth and sky and sand. And it just might become your friend and share a lesson or two Of patience, strength and stability, fidelity oh so true. And put it in a special place to honor it with love You will give it happiness, a gift from high above. written by Christine Summerfield
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