Those beings unseen,
walk in the Universe’s gleam;
elementals and angels, flying,
void to earth, they go spying.
Those who’ve the sight,
where faeries alight,
find a true blessing,
to keep others guessing.
They are the Fey,
secrecy’s their way.
In ethereal beauty,
they do their duty.
A planet thrives,
ultimately survives,
It’s nature’s way,
those cultivating, Fey.
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