Bridget, the Fairy

Bridget, the Fairy…

Bridget sits upon the edge of a flower,
such a playful little thing,
in her dress of green and blue
and a tiara made of corn silks in her hair;
From her porch, she looks out across the world,
and sees the beauty of all that lives,
and she sets about to keep it beautiful;
Quickly, she glides through the air,
though humans dismiss the blur they
think they see in the corner of their eye,
and she playfully pulls a strand of hair
or gently whisks against an arm to say hello;
Bridget loves laughter and happiness and people,
and she loves her home, the Earth,
and she loves the colors of the flowers and the trees,
and she nudges the humans toward healthy choices
for the planet, the environment, and for themselves;
Bridget greets the newborn children
and says a little prayer for their health;
Bridget whispers into the ear of the ailing
the tonic that will make them well;
and she lightly pinches the hand of those who
mar the land or the water with their litter;
she protects the nests of eggs
when the mother can’t be there;
and she helps the butterflies and the birds learn to fly
and tells them where to find twigs for their homes;
Bridget likes to peer into the water’s mirror
and giggles as a fish swims through her reflection;
and she’ll do all she can to help and protect her friends
and she can never have too many friends,
and to her friends,
she will reveal herself.