Faerie Secrets For the Young
They are in the wind
The twinkling of the leaves
The tittering of the locusts
The chippers of the crickets.
The silence of the mushrooms, and the beauty of the moss.
They make themselves known to us, as children when we cannot yet talk.
When we get older and stop believing, they come to us in fairy tales.
We do not understand or see their realness any more,
Convinced by adults that we made them up.
It is difficult to stop believing
In faeries who have our back, and always did.
But society dictates that we do, and so we try.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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