A CHANGE OF PACE - THE BEAR AND THE FAIRY AND WHERE KINDNESS BLOOMS

 

Whispers Beneath the Moonlight

In the heart of an ancient forest, where moonbeams wove their silver threads, 

A bear sat upon a mossy stone, his fur looked dark in midnight’s cloak. 

His eyes, kind and wise, held secrets of forgotten realms, 

And the moon, a silent witness, bathed him in its gentle glow.

Beside him sat a young fairy, her wings like gossamer petals, 

Her laughter a melody that echoed through the ancient trees. 

Her gown, spun from moonlight and dew, shimmered with ethereal grace, 

And her eyes sparkled with the innocence of a thousand starlit nights.

“Old friend,” she whispered, her voice a soft breeze, “why do you sit alone?” 

The bear turned his gaze upon her, and in that moment, time stood still. 

“For kindness,” he replied, “it is a treasure we must share, 

And in this enchanted forest, it blooms like wildflowers in spring.”

The fairy nodded, her tiny hand reaching out to touch his fur, 

And as their worlds converged, magic flowed between them. 

“Tell me,” she said, “of the kindness you’ve known, dear bear.” 

He closed his eyes, memories like constellations dancing within.

“I’ve seen it in the way the river cradles a wounded bird, 

How the ancient oak shelters the fragile ferns from winter’s chill. 

Kindness,” he murmured, “is the heartbeat of this forest, 

A symphony of compassion that resonates through every leaf.”

The fairy listened, her heart swelling with wonder, 

And together, they shared stories of kindness—small acts that mattered. 

The bear spoke of helping lost travelers find their way, 

While the fairy recounted how she mended broken butterfly wings.

As the moon climbed higher, their bond deepened, 

And kindness flowed like a gentle stream, connecting their souls. 

For in this magical forest, under the moon’s benevolent gaze, 

The bear and the fairy became stewards of compassion, guardians of grace.

And so they sat, side by side, weaving kindness into the very fabric of existence, 

Promising to carry it beyond the forest’s edge, into the world beyond. 

For in their whispered conversations, they discovered that kindness, 

Like moonlight, knows no boundaries—it simply is, and forever shall be.

The picture and poem are from AI, Copilot to be precise. AI is not for everyone, as I have seen comments where they give their very legitimate reasons. I understand but I am one who has embraced its ability to create the most beautiful art - I am a lover of all art forms - and I hope there will always be room for both human and AI creativity in this world. I gave a detailed description of what I wanted, and it gives many choices. Plus, it sews the words when I find them difficult to put together and I also, as I did with this poem, might change something here and there, when I need it to fit better with what I am trying to convey. It is not an exact science yet, I weave through several and a few pictures might have an occasional oddity. This picture and the poem were my favorites today. My one major important prompt for the poem was kindness. It is something we all need more of in this world.

I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for looking.  What are the small kindnesses you have you been given lately? 

Enjoy your day my friends!