Upon Fairies
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Fairy Tale

Upon Fairies

Upon fairies, wings do grow.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. Large and small.

Fara bounded through the green forest, searching for her wings. No, wait, that's not quite right. Wings are not to be found, they grow. Still, she searched anyways for there was nothing, nothing in this world she wanted more, than wings.

Upon fairies, wings do grow.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. For those short and tall.

One night her mother asked her, “Why do you want your wings so bad? Is it because with them you can fly?” Fara pointed upwards, rising to tiptoes. “No, Mom, it’s because up there, I’ll be able to spread cheer and joy.” “Fara, honey,” her mother said in her motherly tone. “You don't need wings to do any of those things.”

Fara didn't know what that meant; everyone knew that only those with wings could spread cheer and joy. But her mother did have a habit, every once in a while, of saying things that didn't make sense to her. Things like “You'll understand one day” and “Because I said so.”

With a trembling heart, Fara went to bed early. Tomorrow was her eighth birthday—an extra special day. For fairies, on their eight birthdays, always woke up… with wings. Her mother tucked her in tight, just the way she liked, and she fell fast asleep. In her dreams she dreamed of flying so high, she touched the stars above the sky.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. Dark as midnight, bright as snow.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. Dark as midnight, bright as snow. But upon Fara, no wings had grown.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. Dark as midnight, bright as snow. But upon Fara, no wings had grown. And never had she felt so alone.

The next day, Fara washed away her tears with her sleeves as she walked to school. She had cried and cried since daylight had come. At school, she ignored the gasps and finger-pointing of students when they realized she had no wings to speak of, no wings at all. Not even a hint of a feather.

Fara ignored the whispered words behind her back. As the day wore on, her head dipped down lower and lower. Not only because of her classmates, though surely that was a part of it. Also because she’d never soar high and play in the clouds.

Most of all, she'd never do the one thing she wanted above all else, spread cheer and joy.

The bell rang, and she ran home so fast the tears streaming down her face, dried up. She raced up to her room, shut the door behind her, put her head in a pillow, and cried some more.

Upon fairies, wings do grow.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. Dainty and strong.

“Honey,” her mother said with gentle knocks on her wooden door. Though it had no locks, her mother waited for Fara to invite her in. But she gave no such invitation, and her mother left.

A few hours later, her mother tried again.

A few hours later, her mother tried again. But Fara simply didn't know where to begin.

Upon fairies, wings do grow.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. In blues and greens and in more colors than in rainbows.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. In blues and greens and in more colors than in rainbows.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. In blues and greens and in more colors than in rainbows. And some that even glow.

The next day, Fara watched as the younger fairies laughed with cheer and joy. She saw such happiness in their faces as other fairies, the ones with wings, dashed to and fro in the pink blue sky.

Spinning and diving. Twirling and making great loops. It was because of the fairies with wings that the kids were so happy.

Fara couldn't help but wonder what she did wrong. Why did she have to be the only fairy without wings? Why, why, why?

Upon fairies, wings do grow.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. Small and strong.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. Large and dainty, small and strong. Beautiful like a song.

The next morning, with warm sunlight caressing her cheeks, Fara awoke, and for the first time in a week, she felt… full of energy.

She also woke with her mother’s words forefront in her mind when she was at the lowest of the low. “There is nothing wrong with a good cry, my dear Fara. It seems to me, if everyone in the world had a good cry every once in a while, it would be a far better place. And naps. Naps are good too.”

She did feel better after she cried. And she absolutely adored naps! Then and there she realized, her mother was right and not just about crying and naps. She didn't need wings to spread cheer and joy. Her mother had told her that a week ago.

Fara hopped and skipped to school. Her newfound energy sent her skin tingling. For today, she’d spread cheer and joy, without wings. Happily, she said hello and asked how her neighbor was. He looked down and out of luck. Fara didn’t know him well, but he looked up and gave a small smile.

As she skipped away, she looked back and thought for sure her neighbor raked the fall’s fallen leaves with a little more pep in his step.

“Hello, how are you, Mrs. Miller?” Fara said, stopping by her next neighbor’s house. “Fine, child,” Mrs. Miller said with a frown. “Well, aren’t you just a bundle of energy.”

Fara handed over a container full of Mrs. Miller’s favorite cookies she and her mother baked earlier that morning. “For me? Thank you,” Mrs. Miller said with a smile.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. To show us we too can fly.

That day as she spread cheer and joy, and with a little help along the way, Fara flew high and far.

Upon fairies, wings do grow. Large and small. For those short and tall. Dark as midnight, bright as snow. Upon fairies, wings do grow. In blues and greens and in more colors than in rainbows.

And some that even glow. Large and dainty, small and strong.

Beautiful like a song.

Beautiful like a song. So stand tall and know…

Beautiful like a song. So stand tall and know… Upon fairies, wings do grow.

Beautiful like a song. So stand tall and know… Upon fairies, wings do grow. To show us that we too can fly.

Believe in yourself and rise high. For upon us all, wings do grow. So support each other, join one another. And reach new heights that can never be achieved on ones own.

The End

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