Imagine for a moment
What it's like to be a Fae,
Having people not believe in you
Each and every day.

It would make you work much harder
Doing lots of Faery things
Singing Faery songs and such,
And dancing in Faery rings.

It would make you gather petals
To spread on garden paths,
You would have to be certain,
That they heard your Faery laughs.

And when the Faery glitter
Fell upon the pages of their books,
How you would smile
When you saw their puzzled looks.

When the wind was quiet and calm
And you dipped your wings in the river,
The ripples on the water
Would make you laugh and quiver.

Imagine for a moment
What it's like to be a Fae,
Spreading joy and happiness
In the Fairy Garden each day.

I Believe.

Linda J. Vaughan