A Fairy Story

Once upon a time,
as I sat on the grass
looking over the lake
a beautiful fairy
sat down beside me.

She held my hand, stroked
the back of it gently
and asked me why I was
crying. I had not known
that I was crying.

I don't know, I said.
Perhaps I am happy
or perhaps I am sad,
but whatever I said
the tears would not stop.

I said that the peace,
the surroundings and the
beauty filled me with awe.
Who was I to enjoy
such beautiful things?

She allowed me to
cry. She allowed me to
sob. She allowed me to
feel a despair. She just
kept stroking my hand.

You are beautiful
too David she said. You
belong with beautiful
things. Why else would I come
to sit by your side?