To a fae
1 min readJul 25, 2020
Glide through the breeze.
Run through the trees.
Plant your roots in ever-shifting, sandy earth.
The mother wraps her arms around you.
Leaves brushing gently on your smiling face.
Moss growing over every heartache.
Glide through the breeze.
Run through the trees.
Plant your roots in ever-shifting, sandy earth.
The mother wraps her arms around you.
Leaves brushing gently on your smiling face.
Moss growing over every heartache.
