the fairy

the fairy flew over her house not knowing she should stop by

she flew over the river and the mountains to watch the rising

sun from the clearing next to the park...

...some time ago there used to be rocks,thought the girl, i used to sit on them to watch

the sun go down while the breeze filled my ear with whispers of promises.

She walked closer to the flat grassy patch that used to be covered by the rocks,

and as she leaned closer to find some traces of the past something shiny caught her eyes.

At first she has thought it must be a ring, an earring or some kind of jewel hidden in the grass,

but it was the grass itself tat shone, tiny silver fingerprints marked the blades of grass ...

...how strange, thought the fairy, it is as if i had known this place -

she sat in the grass and played with the grass, her little hands

caressing the fresh green blades still we with the morning dew..

...she took a blade and looked at it closely, and as if in a dream she remembered;

she knew what she had to do, there was no time to waste, she began running -

"she must be on her way now, she must be very close" she smiled to herself

and her heart lifted at the thought of a dream coming true.