In a land of whimsy, fairies so bright,
Lived Sparkle, a fairy, with eyes full of light.
Curious and young, with wings made of lace,
She yearned for adventure, a new, unseen place.
One day in the meadow, by a babbling brook,
Sparkle found a hidden and mysterious nook.
A pathway unseen, covered in moss,
Beckoned to her, filled with enchanting gloss.
Intrigued and excited, she followed the trail,
Through shimmering sunlight, beyond the vale.
Trees whispered secrets, the wind sang a song,
As Sparkle danced forward, where she belonged.
Emerald leaves rustled, as if in delight,
Guiding her deeper into the fading light.
And there, ’neath a canopy of stars so grand,
She entered the Enchanted Forest, so grand.
Colors danced, in a kaleidoscope of hue,
Sparkle gasped in wonder, at the magical view.
Fairies flitted, with laughter and grace,
In this wondrous realm, a mystical place.
Sparkle’s heart soared, her spirit took flight,
In this realm of magic, where day turns to night.
A world of endless possibility and lore,
She knew in her heart, she’d explore more and more.
Through the forest, Sparkle’s feet did tread,
Guided by an owl, wise words he spread.
Perched high on a branch, eyes gleaming bright,
He spoke of the forest, in the soft moonlight.
«Welcome, young fairy, to our realm so deep,
Where secrets are many, and stories we keep.
I am Owl, keeper of wisdom and lore,
In this enchanted land, forevermore.»
Chatty squirrel and playful rabbit drew near,
Whispering tales that Sparkle held dear.
They spoke of the ancient spell, a shadow’s blight,
Threatening the forest, day and night.
«The spell,» said Owl, with a solemn hoot,
«Must be broken, its power to refute.
For if not shattered, the forest will fade,
Into darkness and gloom, a terrible trade.»
Sparkle’s heart quickened, her resolve grew strong,
To right the ancient spell that had been wronged.
With friends by her side, a brave little crew,
