A Fairy in the Field (sonnet)

Her locks aloft, like flowing streams of silk,
Float freely in the breeze and linger there.
She dances through the grass, her bosom filled
With innocence and wonder, unaware.
Her pure imagination running wild,
A fairy in the field, she passes by.
Alive with joy, at heart a happy child,
Naïve and unafraid, she greets the sky.
No worry weighs her shoulders down today,
No sorrow yet to penetrate her mirth.
Content, she chases beams of light that play
Among the flow’rs that grace the barren earth.
An angel, not yet fallen, she is free,
For she knows not tomorrow what will be.