{fantasy mornings} 5.7.12

Early, before Spider spins her web, before the Sun rises with its warm embrace-in that split second of twilight when night becomes day-the Faeries grace the earth. Born of the Spring dew, they rise on the wings of the Mist and caress budding flowers, saplings, and shoots, feeding them strength to endure Mid-day Sun's dry scorching heat. They flit and twitter, adorning the morning's birth with silence. Until, when Pink first glimmers on the horizon they awaken the birds to harken Daylight with their adoring worship. Morning is ready and now the Faeries wait to melt with the mist.