The fairies brought colours to the clouds as if they were spring flowers in a meadow. How they sang! Oh, their songs! They came to our ears as if they were a month of rest, a ballroom dance and a feast for the soul. Only the fairies can make you feel this way, you see. Only they! The air around them was so sweet it could be the icing upon a grand cake, the aroma brought cherry blossoms to the imagination. Then, upon seeing our approach they gathered around to hear tell of our adventures.
Hark and bay,
Hither sway,
For cometh fairy calls,
In purest wonderings,
To claim the hearts of man,
To aid redemption's path.
You can never tell what lies below the surface.
You can (n)ever tell the lies below the "Sir" face.
You can ever tell the lies below the "Sir" fay see.
Lies are always on the sur face, on top, right out there in the open for anyone ofay with the old way of speech.
Face - "Fay" see - the faeries who can tell all from face, who hear how the truth is always spoken, always coded for in all speech. You can't lie to a fairy, Sir.
Being a fairy was all about doing what was right for others. It was an existence of serving mother nature and being a pure conduit for her magic. For the fairy grants the wishes of the divine even as the divine grants hers. All healthy things in nature are about flow, about relationships that give to one another, that elevate one another to new levels of wellness.
The fairy grew her wings as waves of silk upon her graduation, upon the day she'd won her freedom, won the trust of mother nature and God.
Dressed in the ever-rosy petals of her fairy-land, she opened her wings to the sun; through them white light refracted into brilliant rainbow beams.
God made the fairy, angels of nature, to become the guardians of Earth should the apocalypse be averted.
The fairy can only be seen by others of pure heart because pure love is a form of divine magic.
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