Mystic?

A new sun trod on the sky blue canopy,
A heart in the shape of a world.
And like a dawn of new found hope,
A boy in his little bed turned.

A fairy took flight from her nightly home,
And danced her joy in the sky.
Another day had come from the Unseen Land,
Though no-one truly knew why.

She smiled and laughed,
And danced and pranced,
But was invisible to you and me.
But then she ceased,
The dancing stopped,
For a mishap had happened to chance.

The clouds spoke in hurried whispers,
The seas were rushing to grey.
The winds were blowing their whistles,
The trees they began to sway.

And the music of sadness, it drifted,
And settled in the fairy's ears.
She wept and wept, she cried and cried,
But nothing would stop the tears.

The sun looked down, and gave way,
To the moon who patiently waited.
The beams from her smile dried her tears,
Of the fairy in the fluorescent light.

Sleepiness drew her blanket,
The fairy tucked herself in.
And the blades of grass, they swayed in the night,
Dancing to the tune of the wind.

A sun new trod on the sky blue canopy,
A heart in the shape of the world.
And like the dawn of new found hope,
A boy in his little bed turned.

He awoke and rubbed his eyes once shut,
Oblivious to human fears.
He got off his bed, and on he tread,
On the path of his home so dear.

He looked out the window, called upon his mother,
And asked, straining his ears.
"How come the mist?", the mother replied,
"From a fairy who shed her tears."