A childrens poem showing that anyone can change if there heart is into it. |
The spiteful sprite, try as she might to do the right thing. But in the end, she could not bend the nature of her being. The other sprites, so full of delight love to dance and play. But spiteful sprite, dark as the night would stay inside all day. The morbid thoughts and actions not those of her Fairy race. Would frighten her peers with fantastical fears and cause them to retreat in haste. So this wicked sprite decided to fight for very lonely was she. Thinking maybe some kindness and something quite generous just might be the key. So she went to the Queen; the Fae of Green known thus for her attire Of leaves and vines, so very devine to her she went to inquire. Thus the sprite asked her queen, "lady how do i ween myself from my horrid ways?" Responded the Lady "your heart is quite shady it is inside you must gaze." "Look into your soul, and then you will know what it is you must do." And as the words filled her, that delicate purr She knew that she could break through. So quick as a fox and whatever the cost she left the great Queen's lair. Then she gathered some flowers, heading back to her bower and put two of them in her hair. Now the other sprites saw this. "Something is amiss" one exclaimed to another. "Whatever the reason this sprite is concieving it cannot benifit others." But much to their surprise there was hope in her eyes as she handed out her bouquet. but she wasn't done yet, it was transparent she also had something to say. "Please, take this as a token for the oaths i have broken and the havok im sure to have caused. And i hope that one day a friendship just may be possible between us. And with that she began to gather again twigs, leaves, moss, rocks and vines. And thus joined the others .The sisters and brothers each and all of them one of a kind. And they all as one, and having much fun began to build a great scene. As the sun went down, the final piece, the crown was placed on the Goddess of Green. And there where she stands gather friends holding hands on ocasion to show there delight. And to tell the story of the Sprite of Glory formally nown as the Sprite of Spite. |