How nice it is to fly

 

Rose only needs to follow the fairy. It isn’t quite dark yet,

so she can see her well, also because the fairy’s wings light up.

How nice, she thinks, it is to fly weightless through the sky.

Below her she sees the roofs of the houses, but in the distance …?

Would that be the homeland of the fairies? Will thy all have wings?

 

Then the fairy suddenly flies next to Rose to show her how to land

She sits, like in a chair with her knees up and her feet tilted forward,

so that the soles of her feet help her to gently slow down. Than Rose

copies her movements, so by now their wings are flapping slowly.

And while they lower themselves, she can already hear the beat.