A faeries work is never done
A faerie wakes the morning sun
But before you wake, they disappear
With a little giggle in your ear
I wrote this around 13 years ago. I was so proud of it. It gets stuck in my head to this day. Something so light, and simple. Yet it’s stuck with me for so long.
Though it’s different than what I tend to write now, I still have a special place in my heart for it.