Little Sapphire sleeps by day on a toadstool
in a field untouched by the eyes of men
watched over by a friendly field mouse
until the sun sets for the night
A gentle breeze flutters her tiny wings and long blond hair
the morning dew falls lightly onto her light blue gown
neither will disturb the young fairy's rest
she will not wake up until dusk
As the sun goes down she rise
flying off into the dusky sky to complete her tasks
but for now she is at peace
protected by her watcher
and shielded by her dreams
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