A bit of the sky fell down one day;
It touched a star and glanced away;
A spark from the star in its breast it bore,
And fell to the earth, and was no more.
Up sprang from the grass a tiny flower
That brightly grew ‘neath sun and shower–
The bit of the sky in its petals blue,
The spark from the star in its bosom, too.
The star gazed down at its happy lot,
And whispered, “Dear, forget-me-not!”
librarian and author Frances Jenkins Olcott (1872-1963), from
The Wonder Garden: Nature Myths and Tales From All the World Over
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