The Magic of Fairydust

A job to big for mere mortals This time round magic is a must So many new poems it's overwhelming She knows to bring extra fairydust That little nymph of a fairy Takes it in stride with grace and ease Tosses an extra handful of her magic dust Into the poetic breeze It knows just where it is going Just as it knows from whence it came In the mystery of the magic fairy and the dust are one and the same From her throne on high the poems bring to her new life Blessed she feels she's counted Though the fairy's main concern is to bless in return As that is all she's ever wanted