The fairies were having a tea party
In their small garden atop the big cloud.
Capricious Susane playfully poked Rosina
And her coaster flew off the shroud.
It fell across the blue sky
And landed on the grass all green.
Where little Johny was chasing
His little sister Jean.
Jean stopped, picked up the coaster
Gave it to her brother who was chubby.
He rubbed it against his small tummy
Until it looked not at all dirty.
He then set it on the grass again
And the two of them stared at the thing.
Robbie, Samantha and Summer were summoned,
The little children sat in a ring.
Little Johny reached for the coaster
And held it in his palm.
It was light and it was white,
It was pure, honest and calm.
It had a logo and a printed word
In raging red crimson.
The crimson stood out on the white
With fieriness, with energy, with passion.
Below the letters was a drawing,
In many colours, not one dull
The colours were lively and cheerful,
The colours were bright, almost real.
While the children looked at the drawing,
Rosina groaned and flapped her wings.
It was a tree with flowers, with leaves,
They grew out like little offsprings.
The flowers and trees held onto the trunk
Like to a cat cling the kittens.
The trunk was thick and strong and sure
Yet, firmly rooted to its foundations.
The flowers had vivid colours,
Some red, some blue, some yellow;
Like Different moods at different times,
Sometimes tensed, sometimes mellow.
Big and small with different shapes,
The leaves sat on the tree grandly.
They fed it, nourished it, provided for it:
The bread winner of the family.
Summer grew impatient at Johny
Who had held the coaster for long.
She pulled his hair and he gave in,
The little girl was strong.
She held the coaster, admired the drawing,
And then gave it a flip.
She wanted to see what lied beneath,
She felt the surface with her fingertip.
While the top was smooth like butter,
The bottom was coarse and rough.
Like a father who pampers you when you’re good,
And checks you when he has had enough.
