Silently, swiftly, I run through the forest, here.

My feet baely touching the leafy ground.

My once upon a time home is now near.

My strength and hope is now found!

I run quickly, almost flying

With silver metallic wings that Pixies fly.

Running, and possibly, flying, but no denying,

That there, for me, someone will die.

I jump over a hidden branch, nearby;

My body gracefully flies in the air.

As I do, I breathe in deep and sigh,

For I am running away, maiden fair.

My eyes sparkle at the sight before me,

A secret to keep and never speak of.

A small, very small hidden grove of trees.

Instantly, with a true heart, in it I fall in love.

As I run, so much like I fly hter,

I sense, like an antennae automatically would,

That a monster is chasing me, a moster worse than a bear!

I would turn and fight, only if I could.

But I skid into the hidden brush.

While I do, I wish to see, to know who it is.

I scoot over and peek, but give myself a hush.

But as I spy, I see it is only a wolf-miss.

She speaks to me in a strange way,

Yet I seem to understand her words to me:

No one will die or come to harm today.

And happily, but relieved, I thank she.

I start off again, running through the forest, here.

My feet now, not touching the ground,

For a loved one is waiting for me near.

My renewed strength and happiness is found!

Now I truly fly through the trees.

I look back and find real Pixie wings!

I am estatic as I surf a breeze.

I fly swiftly and gaily with flips and flings.

I found my true self today,

And I am home at last long.

And like this, I hope to ever stay;

For it is here, like I am, I belong.