Bear's Blog -- Poetry Time

The Key

A magical breath of wind stirs
It rustles the trees
Along the way it wakes the King of Fairies
He knows it's time

A little girl is looking
She finds a golden key
So beautiful it shines
A shadow moves behind here

The Fairy King moves out from behind the bushes
"Young girl, you have been chosen.
The key has chosen you.
Now you must come
There is work to be done."

The little girl looked around
The wind blowing her hair
The forest is below her
She loves flying with fairies

When they get to the palace
Shimmering in the heat
She lands

There is an iron gate
A massive padlock secures the gate
The king points to the key
Slowly the little girl puts the key in the lock

She turns it once
A million griffons flying high come soaring in
She turns it twice
The trees grow massive fruit
She turns it a last time
The gates dissolve into a beautiful grove

"Little girl,
You are now the Queen of Utopia.
For a million years that gate has been locked.
Now you have unlocked it."

The griffons pick her up
She soars into the sky
Queen of Utopia