Bubble Fairy

Today in the glen I came upon a fairy that was making bubbles. As she made them, she was singing a sweet song about the flowers in the glen and how she has been painting them since time had began.  What a lovely sight. As each colored bubble rose to the sky it settled on a flower and its color was transfered to the flower making them look so beautiful. Some looked like rainbows with many colors because two or more bubbles landed on them. I couldn't help smiling. How fortunate I was that these wonderous small fairies came to live here. What joy they bring to me every day. Each one has a different job to do and does it with joy in their hearts. The beauty they create is unmeasurable and no artist could ever do what they are capable of doing. They speak with years of wisdom and try to improve this world that we live in by making it beautiful and spreading their love , hope, charity ,compassion and happiness around for all to share. I love to watch them at work and at play. As I look around I can see the fields of flowers that this happy fairy has painted with her bubbles of color. They are floating up into the air and landing here and there. How beautiful the different flowers look all mixed up no two the same. I wish I could show you all that she has done here today. I am in awe of her abilities to brighten this world. She has no other motive for doing this other than to make this field and others more beautiful with her colored bubbles. How I wish I could do this, I told her. She smiled at me and handed me the wand and nodded her head. I just looked at her. Is this possible, I thought. She just smiled as if she read my mind. I put the small wand into the bucket and took it out and waved it into the wind. To my surprise the bubbles flew away and landed on some flowers that were so drab and immediately they became red, blue and yellow. I laughed out loud, i was so happy. She let me do this for a long time , all the time she kept singing her pretty flower song. What a way to spend a day in the glen. I handed her back her little wand and she said that any time I would like I could come back and help her make the flowers pretty. I turned to look at the glen fields again. They glowed with multicolored flowers as far as you could see. When I turned to thank her, she was gone. I guess her work was done.   I smiled and went back through the forest to my home with visions of bubbles dancing in my head.