I’ll Take Wildflowers Over Crowns Any Day

Fairies grow gardens

in another life I was shorter than a thumb & enjoyed sleeping inside petals

While some gather riches like dragons, stacking their treasures high and building castles that touch the clouds, the rest of us find love in the everyday.

We sip tea that tastes like silver jewels and giggles. We share meals that feel like love. We’re drenched in moonbeams and the softness of a friend’s hand in ours. Our hearts bloom with the scent of jasmine at dusk and the rhythm of rain dancing on the roof. We are nourished by kindness, by patience, by the joy & prance of simple things.

I wouldn’t trade places with them for all their gold. Stacked up and hoarded like autumn leaves on the side-walk.

To be admired for what you own and not who you are? To have more than you could ever need and still feel a hollow ache? To live in a glass palace and flinch at every storm? To chase power until your own reflection is a stranger’s face? To forget the taste of forgiveness because you’ve been too busy swallowing pride?

Let them have their lonely kingdoms. Let them fly to the farthest stars. Let them chase sparkling monsters in the dark. We’ll stay here planting wildflowers, scribbling stories, building an abundant life with wonder. We’ll stay where the earth is soft and the air tastes clean. Like lemons. Like baby pink toddler skin.

Tell me, dear one — what simple magic fills your days? What small joys make your heart bloom like wildflowers?

If this little prose piece made your reading heart glow like fireflies, perhaps you’d gift this fairy a cup of something warm and sweet? 💫☕️

I love you

See you next Wednesday! 🧡