From ancient whispers of the forest,
A tiny fairy comes to life.
A child of purity and magic,
A sign of innocent delight.
Behold! The guardian arises
And takes its place on rusty leaves,
Protecting all the living beings
From sharpened claws which warm breath seize.
Behold! The future of the forest—
Once under poisoned veils of dark—
Now has a gleaming light awaiting
On hopeful journeys to embark.
So, there is hope in dreadful moments!
So, there is magic here tonight!
The night of life has disappeared;
The morning sun sends warmth and light.
From ancient whispers of the forest,
A tiny fairy comes to life.
A mighty guardian arises
And ancient truths are beautified.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 