Fairies
These little beings
Blue, Pink, and Purple are the colors that I see
They're so small and silent,
Careful, they do not speak,
Only when an angel makes the way over to thee.
They have small wings and a tiny stature
These mythical creatures shape shift their height
And are very real when peeking through the fog that separates their world of pureness
Most of what's read isn't a myth,
This is true existence.
These mythical beings are quiet
And watch what happens,
You'll never feel their presence
Because they're meek and quiet.
These are light beings that watch all life forms
And make sure nothing goes wrong,
Never make a fairy angry
Because they'll grow their height,
No longer will they remain small and might.
They resemble attractive humans
And carry high pitched voices,
These magical beings are an angels' best friend,
You better not make the angels mad,
Or the fairies will come over, making you beg.