As I ventured there more often I began to hear their song
and there thanksgiving for the nests I left for them. They sang songs of JOY, they laughed with a
thrill that came from deep inside of them.
Their footsteps softly threaded there, but still the light step would
sometimes make a twig snap or a flower sway.
Fairies were there, oh yes they were.
And we began to dance on that spongy ground and twirl in the quiver of
the soft streams of light shining through the branches of the tall trees. And my heart was happy.
On one day in the distant past I met Violet, at least that
was the name I called her as she wore a skirt of purple, shaped with tiny
petals. She was more beautiful than
anyone I had ever seen. Her long
chestnut hair flowed around her shoulders and she wore a crown of flowers
across her forehead and circling her head.
A stream of light would shine through the branches and she would dance. Sometimes she tiptoed oh so softly carrying
with her cups made from acorn cups filled with the sweet nectar made from the
violets and pine needles, a tea I will always remember, an elixir I am sure. We would tuck into a cave under the fallen trees
and sip as we shared stories of another day, another world just out of sight. Her stories were a delight, full of intrigue,
romance, and laughter.
Part 3 coming soon.
