A job to big for mere mortals
This time round magic is a must
So many new poems it's overwhelming
She knows to bring extra fairydust

That little nymph of a fairy
Takes it in stride with grace and ease
Tosses an extra handful of her magic dust
Into the poetic breeze

It knows just where it is going
Just as it knows from whence it came
In the mystery of the magic
fairy and the dust are one and the same

From her throne on high the poems bring to her new life
Blessed she feels she's counted
Though the fairy's main concern is to bless in return
That is all she has ever wanted