I call out ‘Stay Awhile!’

I have many gifts, I am not afraid to admit that, but I am also not afraid to admit where my gifts are lacking. And I am not able to coax life from seeds with my voice. So as the flowers begin to bloom and flourish, bringing rays of purple and pink and white to the previously barren ground. I turn, searching the trees around me for the culprit, wondering if I’m going to face kin or stranger, and catch sight of a flash of white in the trees. It is beautiful, of course, but not much use for blending in. My wings buzz, and I rise until I am eye level with the little creature, a gryphlet, if I’m not mistaken. And I’m often not. ”Hello precious.” I coo, reaching out a hand to it. ”Is it you making my plants grow so nicely? Or do you have a secret friend somewhere?” I don’t take my eyes off the little creature, but not do I let my guard down, sense honed to the world around me. ”I would like to thank them for their assistance, of you do.” My voice is all dripping with hoe y. I came here specifically to meet the people, it seems terribly unfair to have my goal hidden like this, so close and yet, not near close enough. Tarasha They are neither pink nor pale; And they will never be all mine;