Winged Fairy

She is a winged fairy, delicate as the hush before dawn.
Her wings shimmer like sunlight on water—translucent, ever-changing.
Small and swift, she moves with the grace of a breeze through leaves.
Flowers bloom brighter where her feet have touched the earth.

She lives between moments—where dusk meets night, where dreams begin.
Her laughter is soft, like chimes in a distant forest.
With eyes the color of ancient moss, she sees what others miss.
She speaks to birds, coaxes dew from petals, and spins light into thread.