Beauty of the flowing brook
Tripling over the sparkling stones
Brings back memories of old
When walking was always bold

Over the mountain streams to climb
Lying on the stone bed so fine
Days of leisure in Puerto Rico
When the smell of coffee roasted

These memories do come to mind
Walking along the Pathway fine
Cane held to keep in paste
With the hip newly replaced

So the Fairies trip along
Recalling days of memory long
Dreams that such may soon take place
When healing marks a stronger gate