A fairy cast a little spell inside our dreams at night, she’d wished that in our futures we’d remember with delight. She gave to us the ways and means in fashioned she had used; that for our own description’s we could take from as we choose. The sight of all our fancies and concerns a world apart; that given to relay in perfect detail is an art. Magic is a circumstance, enchanted are the words; of how you see the truth of things, in pictures to be heard. Blessings are the practice of the things we pass along; the steps of life are managed best with beauty that belongs. Endless as the days go by, how short life’s in the end; our time in all reality our hearts take to ascend.