Fair Trade • Made in India, Played in Everywhere
AW2016 Collection: Fairytales
She had the day to wander so
She strolled the forest edge, heard
The mirth of fairies long at play,
Saw a rope-swing gaily swaying
On a limb, inviting
Her step into the woods
And ask, Can I come? Can I play?
They taught her fairy tales and sang
Hand-clapping games down by the brook–
But morning-glory petals started
Folding–day was closing, evening coming
And with heavy steps she had to
Turn away. I cannot play.
I cannot play.