(art-by Miranda Mae Nations)
Aura, the Sunrise Fairy, had a very important job.
She welcomed the sunrise each day by the sparkling lake,
as she would sit daintily upon her log.
“She’s coming alive’’ She’d rejoice as she sang to
The birds and bees, while she reveled in the amazing glory
of mother nature’s tribe of trees.
Earth's mother comes alive each day,
With a magical awakening in a unique way.
Different each time from the other times-
that she had come to life before.
It’s mornings like this that Aura adored.
Fresh morning dew settled upon her rosy cheeks.
With the smell of morning in the air, catapulting
Aura’s senses at their highest peak.
She must wake the others and tell them that.
‘Mother Earth is coming alive’, So They can wake and greet the day.
Then make their tousled beds, and come outside to play.
.
She’s coming alive! She’s coming alive!
Wipe your sleepy eyes and rise, She proclaimed as loud as she could,
Her voice reaches the evil warlock living deep in the woods.
Hearing the offensive sounds of Aura’s happy bliss,
Warlock flies off and drags Aura from her sitting log
into a muddy ditch.
The warlock threw Aura into a gilded cage and laughed,
telling her, she will never again welcome another day into being.
He told her that all her people belonged to him now, and
They will adjust to the darkness in time, as their hopes and dreams
Lose their meaning, and they slowly lose their minds.
In total desperation, Aura cried within her cage,
Praying for her spirit guides to come to her,
And free her from the warlock's incessant rage.
The fog cleared in the distance as a great warrior appeared in Indian dress attire,
holding sword and shield in hand, adorning a headdress made of buffalo horns and feathers,
with the long hide sheltering his back. Next to him walks a large grayish-black wolf,
With eyes of fiery steel, gazing up at an enormous Red-tailed hawk keeping a watchful eye above. All three spirit guides came from a place of peace, a place of infinite love.
Spirit Warrior breaks the lock of the cage with his sword,
As spirit wolf howls triumphantly up towards the graceful
hawk soaring high above the distant shore. The Warlock senses danger
And flees, for now, he understands the score. He must leave the fairies to their
Freedom, to live as they see fit, watching from a distance,
The warlock is chomping at the bit.
Aura finally makes it back to her sacred log next to the lake.
As the sun begins to peek above the twinkling ripples of water.
She giggles and whispers, ‘She’s coming alive! Yes, She’s coming alive!
Go wake your sisters and brothers. Hallelujah, she’s coming alive.
Pamela Nations-Weissman (Namdag Tsomo) March 8th, 2020
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