A Sliver of Silver Hidden In Deep Woods

A sliver of silver was discreetly hidden deep in strange woods Not found for century after century, compounding herself Dropping coin babies into a hidden crèche in light of moon. Waiting for the right faerie to come by, with a magic touch. She had to be pure of heart, loving, giving and brave. Willing to share the treasure with the animals of the forest. Building them a refuge and sanctuary, to last generations. Eight hundred and fifty-nine years have passed; silver annoyed. For she has disregarded thousands of faeries who were not enough.