I looked out at the woods where the fairy river flowed, just a step, hop, and jump from the edge of my window, And knew the beasts and critters lurked and creeped there in the cover of shadows. I could see them flittering over and around the canopy, between the interlacing oaks and the sycamore leaves, carrying secret messages for those who walked slowly and listened with integrity. Some fear them and balk because they can’t understand how to tolerate the differences in each creature in our land, but I know acceptance is the only true way to take a meaningful stand. They have my rapt attention as they drift down to meet me entrancing in sing-song to wonder discreetly how we shunned each other to corners in opposing worlds, frequented in dreams, only. Here in my imagination the pixie showers me with dust, the trolls hold my hands because dancing is a must and the elves sing sweetly lilting notes reaching to the canopy, welcome, you have our trust.