Awakened By the Winds

Awakened by the winds, soft caresses upon my face. Showered with the sweet fragrance of Honeysuckle, Lavender and Magnolia’s in full bloom. Even before my eyes were open, I knew the day could hold no gloom. Natures melody, beckoning me to the garden below. Come, oh come! Born they are, our young! The fairies sang. Light as a feather, barefoot and free, I fled to the garden to see! Golden flecks flitted from here to there. New fairy life was everywhere! Sing us a song mother, a lullaby please… Weave a spell bidding us well, Oh mother will you, please? Come nigh, she whispered. Lady bugs nor beetles, scraggly weeds or thistle, weaving spiders, or any spinners, slugs nor snails. Uncomely things, or wagging tails. No spell, no charm can to do you harm, she sang. For hence! The fairy queen is nigh. The winds then played a magical tune Everything in the garden surreal. Opening my mind, a new awakening Familiar Fairy, forever –friends! Awakened by the winds. .