Her poem sounds like a music,
soulful, beautiful, as if nectar to bees.
Birds chirping, squirrels dancing,
trees musing, the muse she sings.
Honey like voice, she sings so well,
lost in the melody, everyone dwells.
No wonder she\'s a Cinderella!!
for only she sings like a magic.
Music like a mild tune from a flute,
words spelled from a clean heart;
A fairy in disguise, I think!!
Will disappear as soon as I blink..