Deep within the forest's heart,
Lies down near the edge
A pink spirit shrouded in a misty light
From far realm's she came.

With perfect harmony her thoughts evade
Calming down to the bone every shape
She starts twisting and turning
Shapes are following her...learning.

But while she glances at them
The shapes change
Smooth they become
Trying to learn her way

Shapes become fragile, they might break
The spirit comes and caresses their mind
Fixing the sharp edges
With her gentle tones.

Singing in a celestial manner
She align’s the shapes structure,
So that even the crystals wander
How could the shapes be so lucky.

Her blinding beauty shines
Striking all the sides and edges,
Fixing them up,making them radiate
Absolute peace,they find this way

Sometimes the spirit while helping
Cuts itself on the sharp edges, making them feel grieved,
But with love and passion
She whispers kind sound.