When I was little I used to wish I was a fairy.
With silvery, pink wings sprouting from my back,
To fly my to all the places my heart could ever desire.
I wished to have a home inside a flower,
The walls of petals so soft, I could use them as silk bed sheets.
The stem would sway in the wind,
Gently rocking me to sleep
As the birds sang a lullaby so sweet in the night air.
With no shoes, I would take a walk in the forest,
Feeling the damp soil under my toes.
Taking a dew drop from a leaf as a sip of water to start the day.
I’d have my little friends,
A mouse to take me places,
A ladybug to tell me secrets,
A squirrel to share my nuts with,
A fish to teach me how to swim.
I used to want to live in a land where nothing would ever change, and where only happiness existed.
But as I’ve grown up, I have found that things are not always happy, and that I could never really be a fairy.
Yet I’ll never give up on the thought that maybe, one day, there will be a land where there is nothing but the sound of laughter.
It’s important to dream,
So dream big.