Rapunzel's Light House

With counted beans,
and baited breath,
She waited in her tower.

The light shone bright,
on darkest night.
She whiled away the hours...

... Who would come
And see the glow
And see more clearly then?

Who would come
And smell the herbs
She planted in her glen?

Who would come
To look up high
And see themselves anew –

To find the flint,
And spark the flame
They always carried too.

Her hair cut close,
Her chamber clean,
The fruits all ripe below her,

She hoped to hear
those people eat
Not hungry just to know her.

And even if
they never came,
She still enjoyed the fun

For creation is
a magic spell
enchanting everyone.