• Mighty a wind that blew the trees
    Loud was the rustling of the leaves.
    Bees and butterflies buzzed around
    The old, abandoned, dusty playground.
    The thin girl’s pale, long, blond hair
    Whipped around the autumn air.
    A blue jay sang its sweet, sweet song
    And the girl on the swing swung along.
    Musty was the smell in the dusty air
    And stood the girl with the pale blond hair.
    On the frail old swing came visitors anew:
    A lark, a squirrel, the blue jay too!
    Out of the forest surrounding the swing
    A small pack of wolves and moose with a ring
    Upon his antler shinning bright
    With a small, smooth stone swirled deep blue and pure white.
    Removed the ring did the young blond girl.
    Shone the ring like a polished pearl.
    And at her touch, it started to glow
    Getting increasingly brighter, how bright would it go?
    Wondered the girl with the pale blond hair.
    So bright, it went, in the midnight air
    The wolves began to yowl and howl
    And closed went the eyes of an old, wise owl.
    The girl shut her eyes: it got just too bright!
    The howls disappeared into the night.
    She awoke with a start sitting in bed.
    Thought it was a dream till she found a note that said:

    I am surprised
    That frightened you not.
    Most new recruits
    Drop the ring like it’s hot.
    I knew you were different
    Boss did not agree.
    Want to know who I am?
    Look out by the tree.

    She looked out the window and what should she find?
    But a boy, her age: 12, standing outside.
    He smiled at her, but he was too far to tell.
    In the distance three times rang an old church bell.
    Reluctantly she looked back at the note.
    She read over and over at what he had wrote.
    She looked at her hand and there her eyes did linger
    Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at her finger.
    Outside her window a blue jay did sing
    As she saw a small, smooth stone on a bright, shiny ring.