• The child sits atop the hill,
    She watches the magic taking place
    Hidden among the trees.

    Their skin glows in the fading sunlight.
    Yellows and pinks and orange-y hues,
    Eyes brighter than life,
    Shining against the light
    Of the fire in the middle of it all.

    She can smell their feast,
    She can hear their laughter,
    Their voices soft as they sing
    A joyous tune.

    "Come, child, come!"
    The faeries sing,
    "Come celebrate your beauty,
    Your heart,
    Come celebrate your beauty with us."

    As the sun's last rays set in,
    The girl closes her eyes.
    In her mind's eye,
    She suddenly sprouts wings,
    Soft and silky,
    Light and honey-colored.
    Her skin glows a faint gold
    As the sun finally recedes.

    The fire seems to shine brighter
    As night finally comes,
    But the Faeries' feast has only begun.

    The child opens her eyes,
    And gently flutters her wings
    Toward the Land of the Faeries
    Where the celebration continued.