Peter sat, tired and alone, gazing out through the small window of his little tree-hut. How he missed Wendy, he missed her with all his gentle, boyish little heart! He took out the piece of paper he had written on so long ago, and read it, as tears dropped from his lifeless eyes. They splattered the yellowing parchment, which he crumpled into a ball and threw it onto the stone hearth to burn. Tinkerbell, knowing how much this small note must mean, to make Peter cry like that, went and retrieved it silently. While Peter was turned and seemed to not know she was there, she un-crumpled the paper and read it:
Raindrops fall on a summer day
Warm and sweet, hitting your face
Your smile glimmers as you run
Happy and loving and free
And then you are gone
Just as quickly as you came
No more smiles radiating through the water
No more tender words of reassurance
Waiting and watching are all I can do
As I sit by the window, watching
Raindrops fall on a summer day
Snow twinkles down in the middle of winter
Cold and fresh, dotting your eye lashes with white
Your laugh chimes as you fall in the deep, white powder
Joyful and caring and inhibited
And then you are gone
Just as quickly as you came
No more laughs filtering through the cold air
No more gentle hugs of hope
Waiting and watching are all I can do
As I sit by the window, watching as
Snow twinkles down in the middle of winter
Flowers blossom at the end of a tender spring
New and gentle, glowing next to your tender pink face
Your radiant eyes shine as each flower finds itself under your caring, tranquil hands
Sweet and musical and blissful
And then you are gone
Just as quickly as you came
No more songs of love bending around the sprouting trees
No more loving hands of yours to hold and make me believe
Waiting and watching are all I can do
As I sit by the window, watching as
Flowers blossom at the end of a tender spring
Leaves fall and crunch during a crisp fall day
Glowing of orange and yellow next to your ruby red smile
Your cheeks glow of joy as you run through the piles of lustrous leaves
Pleasurable and cheery and bubbly
And then you are gone
Just as quickly as you came
No more giggling jumping around my wind-blown face
No more sweet touches of optimism
Waiting and watching are all I can do
As I sit by the window, watching as
Leaves fall and crunch during a crisp fall day.
Tinkerbell felt her heart burst with emotion. The poem signified everything Peter ever loved in Wendy Darling, and everything she herself had hated in her. She hated how her smiles made Peter glow with happiness, how her words gave Peter reassurance, how her laughter made Peter look up, how her hugs gave Peter hope, how she sang songs of love that made their way to Peter's beckoning ears, how just holding her small, white little hand made him believe in everything, how her giggles warmed even the coldest of Peter's face, and how her brief touches on his shoulder or arm gave him optimism. She hated that. But here…Tink felt a small drop of water dribble down her cheek. How could she cry at such a disgusting poem, how? She and Wendy had become closer, Tink had to admit, and this poem told Tink just how much Wendy meant to Peter. If only she could bring her back….Tinkerbell felt another burst of emotion in her heart. For as much as she hated Wendy and detested the love Peter showed her, she wanted Peter to be happy. Again, she thought, if only she could bring Wendy back…
But, alas, she couldn't.