Fey

I can see her, peeking out from behind a tree trunk carefully becoming for me to come closer. I've seen her before and I've tried to avoid her but each time with no avail. The blond of her hair peeks out from the braided crown of leaves that she wears and her flowing gown dances with the grass as she dances with the sunlight. My senses seem to heighten when she is around; this willow tree moves differently. Instead of seeing only branches blowing in the wind I see life. Each leaf responding to the warm blanket of the sun with a movement of grace and fluidity.

Her nae is Fey. With each arrival she forces me to reconcile with my feelings. I have tried to ignore her slight attempts to capture my attention, with only the feeling of more intrigue and curiosity visiting me.Fey is known to arrive only when I need to recognize something that I am missing. When my world feels overwhelming and I forget the feelings that comfort me, God sends me Fey.

She doesn't really have one single thing she tries to accomplish, only the purpose of awareness. To see the true green of the grass, to watch the ball thrown for the dog without missing the bouncing as it hits the turf or the rolling as it hits a hollow in the terrain. I look to my right and see another beautiful creature looking onto the scene before him with curiosity and silent concern; his pink thin tongue hanging from his mouth. He is barking now, crying for his family. I see him, I feel him.

Then I see it, the full picture of this painting that I'm in. All of this life coming together to harmonize into the big picture. We will share, hasn't' humanity always finalized that way? Together we are one... Then I see her pass us all as she decides I understand.