To preface this piece:
Just the other day, my beloved sent me over a quite unique craigslist job offer.
It was a freelance poetry and writing job- mainly of Fairy Tales for children.
All all of a sudden, all of the loose puzzle pieces in my head snapped gently into place.
They asked, of course, for a submission to gauge whether the applicant would bring what they are looking for. Below is my submission.

A Fairy Tale is a bit different from Fairy’s tail: Not all Fairies have tails, but all Fairies do have stories. That’s what a tale is: A story. 
And Fairies seem to have a whole lot of them.
Have you ever wondered why this is?

Well you see, Fairies dance back and forth between two different worlds: 
The world that they come from, 
and this world. 

Fairies do not have the same sort of magic powers as say, a witch, wizard or sorcerer. They do not cast your normal, every-day spells. Instead, Fairies are able to visit two different worlds, all while remaining unseen by humans.
…Oh yea, and Fairies can fly!

 By remaining unseen, 
Fairies acquire so many stories to tell. 
Fairies spend much of their time observing…
…And playing of course!
How do I know?
~I am a Fairy~
I am Sappho, to be exact: the Fairy of Words and Poetry,
and it is nice to meet you.

I would like to tell you the tale of how and why Fairies came to play on planet Earth.

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We, the Fairies 
Have known about your world for some time now.
We watched the first flowers bloom,
Saw the first cloud in the sky,
Your first beetle, bird and mushroom,
And as more time went by,
We met you.

We were excited, you see, 
For you humans were the first species to walk the Earth
Who were able to perceive Her beauty,
Able to feel things,
Like excitement and Love.
Able to do things,
Like run and jump and play.
You were the first species on Earth
With the ability to become inspired,
And then take that feeling of inspiration and turn it into art.
Art is anything and everything you do in a state of Love.

For a long time,
All was well on planet Earth.

Until one day, when all of us Fairies were called to meet. 
We received a message from our dear friend, Earth,
Who sounded quite a bit offbeat. 
She told us many humans had forgotten,
About her, why they were there
Forgotten love and inspiration, 
Causing Her to feel despair

She said, one day, a human looked over to his neighbor,
 And said to himself “Hey, they have more ‘things’ than me.”
So he went home and created much out of labor
Not with love, but out of greed and jealousy.
Though, if this human had taken time to ponder,
He’d have known, that all of the “things” his neighbor owned
Would not make him any fonder 

The man already had love,
But instead of feeling blessed for what he did have,
He focused on what he didn’t.
And that made him unhappy.

So the man made more “things,”
But they were not art;
 They were made for the wrong reasons
They were made without his heart.
When he was done, he bragged about it to his neighbor, 
Who then caught his jealousy, and made more “things“ in the same favor.
They spent their time in competition,
Time they used to spend playing on the grounds
Now stuck in fruitless repetition
Their distraction spread across the towns
The neighbor told his neighbor,
And they all made “things” too,
And their jealousy grew greater,
And so the “things” they made grew too.
They made bigger houses, bigger cars,
Bigger lots so they could park.
They built stores and they built malls,
And around themselves, they all built walls.
They became so distracted, that over time,
They forgot to go outside.
That is why, in us, the Earth chose to confide.

She said;
“Oh my dear loving fairies, 
would you help me please?
These humans are covering me in concrete!
These people, it seems,
Are not thinking of me
And I’ve lost some feeling, 
like you do when your foot falls asleep
It’s like having an itch that you just cannot reach
Would you come and visit me please?
To whistle with the birds and play in the trees?
Could you try and make the humans see,
That they would be happier if they played with me,
If they stopped to feel my gentle breeze,
If they got rid of their “things” and lived more simply,
Would show them the beautiful creatures that they started out to be?”
And of course, we agreed.

Now, don’t get us wrong:
We know that many humans love very much
We haven’t forgotten you all along,
Those who give Mother Earth your gentle touch.
Many beautiful, wonderful spirits,
Who are loving, through and through,
Who say hello to Earth, and she can hear it!
Many magical creatures, just like you.

You may call us friend
And though you may not see us,
We’ll support you without end.

If you’re quiet, you can hear our lovely Fairy chorus,
Of peeping crickets, rustling leaves,  in the tiny sounds of the forest.
In the nooks and crannies of the Earth is where we spend our nights and days,
Among the twigs and pebbles is where we love to play.
Bouncing beds of cushy moss,
Dancing on fresh winter frost,
Sunbathing on leaves of maple and oak,
And of course, we love to play the occasional joke.
Like if we see a human get too attached to their “things,”
Be it clothing or toys, hats knickknacks or rings 
We flutter in when we know we’re alone,
And take the “thing” back to our Fairy home.
After we study it for a moment of two,
Worry not; we will bring it right back to you.
You see, the joke is quite simple, we like it a lot,
It shows that you can be happy, 
Whether you have “things” or not.
<3

We both dreamed of ducking out forever underneath the pine,
So we shrank down and lived a lifetime.
Beetles woven under over brush,
Worms inching patient through the luscious flora,
Spider dangling from her silky vine...

...And I realized I was ready to feel your lips on mine.

So beetle you and beetle I lounged a while, and didn't try
To spread our wings in hasty flight.
Instead we lay in cushy beds of moss,
And let our long antennae cross
As we did nothing more than breathe and watch
The snail lay his slimy trail of gloss.

And as I sipped a bead of morning dew,
I became lost inside the view;
The painted clouds, the wondrous sky, 
The rugged bark, and beetle you.
Amid the calm, deep inside my beetle mind,
Began the pondering of what we'd left behind...

Closed minds, closed eyes, not even awake enough to cry,
The compromise of natural rights,
Perfectly angular lines,
Formed with stressful scrutiny. 
These, I mourn the most, for they will never know nature's ambiguity.
The inherit compassion of the wild, untamed,
Whose essence they've stripped, whose mother they've shamed.
The trust has been ripped, for they were afraid;
Afraid of the perfect state in which we came.

Perhaps we will go back for them someday,
Right now, it's nice to be so far away.

So beetle you and beetle I lounged a while, and didn't try
To spread our wings in hasty flight.
Instead, we lounged in cushy beds of moss,
And let our long antennae cross,
Watching snails spread their shiny trails of gloss.

Every moment lived in awe, in thanks,
For the morning sun that did again did rise,
Leaving the gift of dew, and us to slurp our prize,
For the afternoon view from atop our favorite vine.
Yes, we got our wish, beetle you and beetle I;
A lifetime underneath the pine.  

Yes, I am a floaty fairy, but I'm not gonna float away;
There's still much more to do  here, many factors still at play.
Yes, like you, I chose a tether, and I choose it's for the better
For now, it's entertaining; human qualities quite clever.

I come to you:
A coffee drinker,
An abstract thinker,
An occasional winker,
Yet still on the brink of being in this body and riding the vibrations,
Being  bringer of the light, and still feeling the sensations.

I'm sensitive to commotion, 
I have whirlwind emotions,
Love expression and creation,
My brain makes bizarre associations, but we're in training;
Starting to remember it remains
that our thoughts and words are actual the moment they are made
So follow the patterns of your thoughts, and be aware of what you say.

We are always sending signals, the positive receives assistance,
Light enough to slip the barrier and make it up to those who are listening
But if our thoughts are heavy, mad and spiteful, they reflect back our resistance,
And we react with sheer indigence
We remain within the cycle, holding tightly to our blindness,
Over and over until we let go of these notions that we harvest
And accept that we are so blessed,
A part of this very lightness.

There is no time to waste,
And no time was ever wasted,
Nothing in need of replacement, no distaste
Cause these moments were adjacent,
leading to this moment today.

Magic is real.
Let your guides take the wheel,
Make an effort to be positive,
Pay attention to how you feel.

You are infinite potential, conditioned to be conventional,
Cause for so long, the ones in power have been afraid of our ascension,
But the intentions of the human mind are becoming clear;
The totality of our duality revealed to those ready to hear.

We are near our climactic point of action,
Taking a stand for Mama Gaea with the grace and power of the Feminine,
And of course, the unwaverable Masculine.

The task at hand, we're grasping it,
The demon is unmasked, it stands:
A child, frozen, afraid of all the blackness.
So, defeated, he receded, made a nest within the cracks,
And the seed began to sprout and spread false messages of lack.
Disguised the truth in ugly boils, pit it somewhere hard to find,
Sent the child away in fearful coils and said, "Believe NOTHING but your eyes."

This is why we must close ours,
Surrender to the Will of the Divine powers
as they hold our hands and hold the torch,
Adorn the path of light with flowers.

And as it dawns the hour that we don't resist their lead;
When we truly listen, we regain the privilege to see. 
That moment we believe-
Then we are truly free.
We know that it is done, and so,
We simply let it be.
We are one
Let the light withing you shine for all it's worth.
Be the God that lives within you,
And Heaven arrives on Earth.

The mountain lion heard the deep resonant cry of her sister ,
She shows me it is possible,
She slips along, so powerful.

As she prowls along on padded paws,
Her eyes speak to the owl's talon claws,
And in her jowls, she takes inventory of her instincts;
Attuned to the acute inklings of the energetic system within ourselves, and we, within the womb.


Her silence is a mouthful as she gazes at the moon.


Life is the elixir to bridge the  gap to the beyond; 
The image still in pixelation to our Spirit-human fawn.
We are taking on momentum with each moment
We are learning to discern our true emotions,
We rattle, building waves within an ocean.

'Wasted time' exists not to those whom are alive,
Inspiration, love and play is all we can prescribe.
We are all in this together as the planets do align,
but a cautionary word to those whom are benign:
Be not dead-weight in this evolutionary time.

Attune to life teeming,
Ideas budding,
Love flooding over fear;
So long fostered by the ego in its own shiny veneer. 

It is time to get clear,
Get light enough to fly! 
Hold your inner-child
and allow yourself to cry.

Listen; 
To the peeping cricket symphony,
The birds chirping harmony,
The red-rock keeping watch as the lioness slips silently.

She shows me I am powerful enough to take this leap.
She reminds me,
Without fire,
One cannot fall asleep.