Gentle Grass

A never-ending field
Blowing with gentle dreams
Meeting the forest of
Hardships and darkness
Where souls loose their way
Therein lies a fairy
Whose wings have broken apart
The iron butterfly carries her
On the wings of despair
To give the fairy strength
She gently lays the fairy in the field
The sun shines on her hurt wings
She comes back to life
The iron butterfly watches
To be sure the fairy is all right
The wind comes
The fairy flies away
The iron butterfly
Is left alone.