Fairy Dust
Mirthels, found on woodland fairies,
are the currency they carry.
When too much dust weighs them down,
they release it to the ground.
Fireflies have learned this well;
they collect dropped bits by smell.
It’s what makes their engines glow,
adding more when things get slow.
Mirthels, liberally deployed,
can create a sense of joy.
Wonder and amazement too;
not just for the fairied few.
Sharing with the ones they trust,
they are free with mirthel dust.
Any child will know it’s true,
but few divulge this fact to you.
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