The Fairy Stone

We crested the rise and there entered into a most unusual area of the garden.  There we found a large, circular area of colorful plants and flowers of which the centerpiece was a peculiar fairy stone.  The stone stood very tall and was covered with colorful, glassy figures representing all of the plants and animals that made the garden their home.  As we were marveling at the beauty of the stone, we began to notice that we were not alone.  Small fairies began to appear on every side, rising up from the flowers to hover and look us over.  Never before had we seen so many fairies in one place and it was a bit unnerving.  They began to dip and dive as we turned this way and that to follow their movement.  It was an amazing display of speed and acrobatics and beauty.  We tried to move closer for a better look but were quickly stopped by some warning flights near our heads.  Without any words being spoken, we understood that we were not the lords of this place.  We were guests and what we were witnessing was sacred.  My wife moved slowly to descend from the rise and I followed.  Only upon exiting the fairy circle did we find the words to describe the joy we felt in those moments.