Out in the orchard dwell wee little fairies,
Busy with bud and with blossom at last.
See how they work with their palettes and brushes,
Tinting the apple-trees brightly and fast
Pink and white blossoms, so dainting and fragrant
Laden with promise of good things to come,
Softly the breezes are stealing their perfume,
While o’er their beauty the busy bees hum.
Fair are the treasures which come with spring-time,
Fields full of daisies, and grasses so green,
Sweet are the zephyrs from rose gardens blowing,
Lovely the earth in the sun’s golden sheen.
But out in the orchard amid the white blossoms,
The pink and white blossoms that garland the trees,
We find the best charm of the beautiful spring-time,
And welcome the touch of the sweet-scented breeze.
Gedicht van Mary Dow Brine (1816 -1913), Amerikaans kinderboekenschrijfster en dichter.
Mooi beeld., de elfjes die met kleine verfkwastjes de knoppen van de appelbloesem een kleurtje geven.
