She tiptoes along the branches like a bee upon its flower. She whispers gently, reminding the tree of what it has been, and who it will become again. This is only a season, she says, and seasons change. There will be new foliage and beauty in the spring. Hold on. Nothing stays the same, not even the bareness of winter. The tree finds comfort in her words, for it knows she is wise.
{In case you're curious, here's the previous fairy sighting}
Jelous, I cant tip toe to save my life. I sound like an elephant with tap shoes.
ReplyDeleteThat made me laugh, Aurora. :)
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ReplyDeletethere she is!
love and light
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