THE LAUGHTER SPRITE
Perched high on a hill overlooking the Lake,
a redheaded Laughter Sprite sits dreamily.
She breathes deeply of the misty air
and feels the small troubles of life dissolve away.
The lake is huge, sometimes wild and windswept,
sometime calm, like life.
Beauty and peace are all around her,
and she finds her center and draws strength.
Soon she must leave to attend to her duties,
bringing the gift of laughter to mortals.
It’s important work and she feels a bit of pride.
Time’s a-wasting and she’s got to go,
to spread her delightful gift to those poor souls
for whom life would be sad, indeed without it.
One last, deep breath, and she can take the beauty
of her wilderness lake with her in her heart,
already filled to the brim
with the blessed gift of joy.
© 2000 by Ellen Ferejohn Maziekien