Fairy

	   Looking out the window,
       gazing up above,
       staring at the velvet sky,
       where stars are placed with love.

       Then down my eyes do focus,
       something on the ground,
       shimmering and flying,
       moving with no sound.

       I watch this luminous creature,
       silently it flys,
       I realize it is a fairy,
       right before my eyes.

       Her wings delicate,
       with colors bright and pure,
       I pinch myself and realize
       I'm not dreaming anymore.

       She turns her tiny head,
       and focuses on me.
       she then begins to think,
       what is this creature that I see?

       She flutters up towards me,
       slowly and with care.
       She stands atop my windowsill,
       "there is magic in the air."

       She then begins to beckon,
       and gently grasps my hand
       I jump out of my window,
       expecting a dangerous land.

       Instead I am suddenly floating
       this fairy by my side.
       she takes me to a place,
       where a lot of fairies hide.

       She then begins to speak,
       her voice like a bird in may.
       "we welcome you to our home.
       we are called the Fae."

       "Our world was once a shared place.
       where we all lived together.
       that place has soon depleted.
       our time begins feather."

       "Your people stopped believing,
       and now we die away.
       They way we are depleting,
       we could die out today."

       I stare into her crystal eyes,
       as beautious as the moon,
       I knew that if we stop believing,
       they would face a certain doom.

       The fairies are dying away,
       because children stop believing,
       they turn into adults 
       and their childhood dreams are leaving.

       These fairies may be gone,
       or they may still thrive,
       living at the ends of dreams....
       that's how they survive.

		-Kelly Anne