Céleste Fairies.

ㅤㅤ𝒪nce upon a fairy tale, there was a fair green garden sloping from the south-east side of the mountain ledge and the earliest tint of the dawn came groping, down through its paths, from the day’s dim edge. Here where the sunlight reposes, here in her garden of bluebell and mignonette.

ㅤㅤ𝒯he bluest skies and the reddest roses arched, varied its velvet sod and the glad birds sang, as the soul supposes the fairies sing on the land of fae. Magic tumbled from her pretty lips, when she is humming the fairy song, with gentle magic everywhere, it whispers many secret things.

ㅤㅤ𝒲hat a wondrous life! Ripe apples drop about her head, the nectarine and curious peach into her hands themselves do reach, ensnared with flowers, she fall on grass. Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less withdraws into its happiness, annihilating all that’s made to a green thought in a green shade.

ㅤㅤ𝒮he is fluttering her soft wings, among the happy flowers, and lovely leisure blossoms everyday. She is dance with hearts that shimmer so bright and wings that flutter softly, making magic in the air. She is the most beauteous little creature in soft, she is the fairest of the goddesses, and she goes by the name, Céleste Guadalupe