I can't explain faeries, nor where they came from. I just know that
they exist, and are as real as you and me. You just have to open
your eyes to their world. Believe they are there, and they are.
When I wake up in the morning and find my shoelaces untied,
but the night before they weren't, I know the good people were
playing with me. When I go into the garden at night, and see small,
swift, movments, twinkles here and there, and an odd presence, I know
they are in my garden, playing in my plants and flowers.
If they weren't real, explain how the legend, poems, stories, and art of them have lasted this long. Open yourself to nature. Close your eyes, feel the wind, and feel the sun glow all around you. Listen for signs, they will come. In a field of buttercups on a warm spring day, they are flying around, playing in the sweet-scented wind. At night under a full moon, they are dancing in the silver light just beyond the shadows. Under a lonely comforting oak tree, they are there too, listening, watching, and tending to nature. I have had too many experiences, too many feelings, to not think it true. I know they truth, and no one will ever sway me. BELIEVE. They will hear you.
