the goddess of tiny miracles

the poet of subtle magic

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I woke up inside 

                         a lavender-coloured peony 

And washed myself 

                         in the morning dew. 

         Drank the honeysuckle nectar 

                     for breakfast, 

In this tiny world 

                     that I create, 

             I make the rules. 

Born from a dew drop 

              on the first day of spring, 

           I emerged on a delicate lily 

              of the valley leaf. 

Dressed in tiny gowns, 

              mostly pink, 

               I danced and played, 

leaping from bubbles 

             to pearls, 

                         to coral reefs. 

My gossamer wings are 

   lavender and baby blue, 

         My hair white as the snow, 

             adorned with fireflies. 

All grown now, 

              I walk barefoot, 

                   Jumping from flower 

             to flower for fun. 

A princess shouldn’t do that, 

            But my people love me 

               like a god. 

Here I control 

  all that is tiny— 

      The droplets 

       and the hummingbird’s heartbeat, 

The grains of sand 

          and the rays of the sun, 

    A snowflake in winter 

           and the flutter 

        of the butterfly’s wings 

                 in the spring. 

   The first sprout 

             of the seed 

          and the raindrops 

              that feed it, 

The gigantic ant 

          and the spider’s silk. 

   Here, the magic 

           is little but mighty. 

Our world is one 

        you overlook and ignore; 

  Our world sustains you— 

The pollen grain 

       and the ladybug’s footsteps, 

The spiral of the snail’s shell 

     was all my doing. 

For you to see 

  your life’s trajectory, 

I build small miracles 

      with the move of a hand— 

The whisper of mist 

         and the honeybee’s buzz. 

You can see me 

     only when you’re calm, 

In the mushroom spore 

and the glowing plankton, 

    The veins of the leaf 

      and sometimes even yours. 

When I go on vacation, 

    my gift is to you— 

A tiny seashell 

       or the cicada’s song, 

The shadow of the dragonfly 

         or the drop of sap. 

I put on my glittering skirt 

    and raspberry gloss. 

I shine iridescent 

   and bring you small wonders, 

   For the tinier the joy, 

         the greater the gift. 

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