Honored By the Faerie Sanctuary Day Parade

My mossy ferns awakened, anticipating something wonderful and new. They are coming, the violets whispered. Their tiny voices flowing through. Faerie parades whimsically teaching my woodland creatures to treat each other kindly, Sparkly, winged beauties, began prancing across my land bridge, “animals, keep behind thee’. Faerie whisper reverent, a tribute to me? Or the gentle orb of sunlight peeking through the trees? She is gorgeous today, another holy one marveled, Let us honor our host. I glistened up my grasses, and vivid violets, hoping to inspire the most. one of the princesses was riding Orc, my largest brown bear. He was wearing a flowered lei. I cannot remember the last time I had felt exuberant in this all-encompassing way. She is beautiful, a dainty glow faerie sitting on my creek bank murmured in awe. I feel my woodlands, streams, grasses, even felled oaks, reacting in an ethereal loving way. Magical mystical madness overcomes me, as streaks of sunlight scatter through my proud giant oaks, landing on my moss. Faerie Sanctuary Day Parade, a parade to unite all species of the forest, If I had not submitted the application, they would have met elsewhere, a giant loss.