fairy dust

Sparkling under the willow
A blanket of warm glow
Secrecy swirls in the air
Until a creature with wings pair
Bends down and takes a scoop
Pocketing it like a piece of sunshine with a swoop
Then flies over the sleeping city
In the midnight bliss but no one sees.

When the creature, with a smile
Sprinkles the glow over us
A mystical dash of luck and beauty
It shimmers, it's fairy dust.

— Manya