My Little Fairies

How they do it, I may never know—
deepening their thoughts in candlelight’s glow.
Blowing softly into the moonlit night,
wings dusted with stars on their patient flight.

Do you know now how to soar?
The burden of happiness is sadness at its core.
Pursuing a dream they can scarcely see,
salvation arrives but once, fleeting and free.

Gliding with grace toward a chosen fate,
carrying heartache for those who hate.
Their wings, though fragile, bear such weight,
a quiet resolve in the face of fate.

For the night is their canvas, the stars their guide,
as they dance through shadows where sorrows hide.
In the silent spaces between the light,
they carry the wishes of those who fight.

How they manage, so small, so slight—
to hold onto hope through the darkest night?
With every gust, they gather the pain,
weaving it softly into their delicate refrain.

Oh, little fairies, with wings so bright,
do you find solace in your endless flight?
For the world you wander is heavy with woe,
yet still, you sparkle, still you glow.

Though the burdens you carry are not your own,
you traverse the darkness alone.
Bringing light where shadows creep,
you hold our sorrows while we sleep.

So, fairies, dance on through the dusk and dawn,
until the darkness is finally gone.
For in your flight, so graceful and true,
you remind us of hope that renews.