A fairy in a wave of virtue blessed before the light, the trees that move upon the Winds before the turn of night. Her presence in the timely mist before the morning wake, was lit before the moonlit envy high above escape. The starlit brilliance would compare, though nothing could foretell, the fairy has enchanted seasons drifting in her spell. The moon in flight above conceptions turning hands of time, was set upon within connections lit to be divine. The dawn enhanced, the sun then risen, to the morning wake, in eyes upon the sight in kind that fairies can relate.