Sunset comes in the summer months and sheds a golden glow upon the land. The droplets of molten gold sparkle as they fall upon the earth.
The fairy staircase reaches upwards, it spreads towards the sky itself. Each step is a miracle of nature’s bounty, a gift from Mother Earth herself.
For a fairy to gain her wings she must first climb this magical staircase to reach the sun. The staircase is only visable when the sun sets at exactly the right time.
A moment too soon, a moment too late and the staircase is but a folly of nature, a fan of fungus spreading upwards and around a tree.
This is no easy climb for a tiny fairy. Many fall and many fail, but they always try again and again. In the end it is only those that can actually see that beautiful and bountiful sun that shines at the very tip top of the tree in their minds eye that actually make it to the very top. They see that dream and they climb towards it. They wait for the golden light to guide them and they make their journey to the sun.
Oh the party at the top of the staircase is something wonderful to behold. At long last the tiny fairies get their wings, something they dream of from the day they are born. You see life is not so easy when you are so very, very small. Nature is a huge place and somewhat scary too. Wings make life so much better and easier for the fairy folk, they really are something to wish for. When they get those long awaited wings there is triumph in the sky, joy sings from the heavens and the fairies suddenly have – freedom. They fly from the top of the golden staircase on those wings of wonder. They are free from the bonds of the earth and of earthy beings. They are true fairies at last.
Sometimes we humans can see the fairies especially in summer. Very often we don’t even realise what they are. You see when the fairies get their wings at the top of the golden staircase they get to choose the colour, the shape and the size. Some go for white shimmering moon-dust, some for gold and green and pattern. Some choose modest little wings, and some go for high drama and decadent style.
Next time you spot a butterfly flitting amoungst the summer flowers look at it very carefully. Sometimes, just sometimes you might just see one that is actually a fairy in all her winged finery, someone very special who has climed the golden staircase and won her wings and freedom.
All that magic, all that wonder.
Summer is such a special time.