Deep inside the forest den
where the light does not shine,
sweet little creatures hide inside.
Spinning their magic, with a grin,
sparks like sand, fly from their hand,
taking flight in the wind, it
travels hastily across the land.
It knows exactly where to go, soaring
in the dark, not missing its' mark.
Settling on one who lies sleeping, lost
in dreams, but not all is as it seems.
Little do they know, fairy dust falls like snow,
helping to refresh their heart and mind,
and chase the blues away.
With subtle changes, they awaken, with a
smile for the first time in a while.
Hopes flame up from a tiny spark, causing
skips in their steps and whistles on their lips, now
determined to catapult themselves,
into life, renewed and recharged.
(20 lines)
Prompt: Picture Prompt (Dark blue skyline with dark trees in middle with light sparkles on bottom right and middle left)
Include: catapult, subtle
Forbidden: lightning, storm, weather
Internal rhyme - 20 lines min.
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