So they’re doing their work, and we call you once more

To move northbound where more regret comes to the shore

In an unlikely place that is known everywhere

For its mystical creatures with beautiful hair

Where a fallen fairy wanes on the ground,

As there is something so shocking she found.

One minute Great Fairy was gaily afloat,

Then overheard an anecdote

Hissed by some creatures shrouded in fog

In a secret circle behind a log.

It was said that her brothers were paying no heed

To stomping on moss with their oversized feet.

Well, the moss is a fairy woodland’s pride,

And a place where some friends of the fairies reside.

Dismayed, she shook her head so hard,

She came down and gave in to the pang in her heart.

With an herbal potion and a clear-sighted notion,

You could show the Great Fairy your fearless devotion.

Since fairies are born with such sensitive skin,

They have warrior schools to build strength from within.

But, you know, even in a warrior’s game

Something can happen that binds like a chain.

When her teacher suggested a practice to do,

For weeks she pretended, “I’m down with the flu.”

If you moan, “c’mon Fairy, it’s not a big deal”,

You should know that it pinched at deep wounds yet to heal.

While now, among fairies, she knows great respect,

Her childhood was marked by rebuke and neglect.

But eventually, surely, Great Fairy will rise

Once you tug at her gown and call grieving’s demise.

So ask her, “Great Fairy, what do you need?

I have wits and a wig and two tread-upon feet

That have marched all these miles to leave sorrow behind

And to meet you today as this sorrowful find.

“In my bag, there’s perspective and hope and a tool

That drills through old soil and then makes it a pool

“And you’re welcome to bathe in the stuff that spills out

That is silver and cures every unwelcome drought.”

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