In a fairy grove, where magic grew, Lived little Pip, with eyes of blue. While others flew from tree to tree, Pip watched below, sad as can be.
"Where are my wings?" Pip often cried, Feeling different deep inside. Friends zoomed high up in the air, But Pip's back stayed smooth and bare.
One day, while sitting all alone, Pip met Eldwyn, wise and grown. "Why so glum?" the old elf said, Patting gently Pip's small head.
Pip sighed and said, "I cannot fly, No wings to lift me to the sky." Eldwyn smiled, his heart so bright, "Let me show you a different light."
"Come with me," he softly spoke, And led Pip to an ancient oak. "Now close your eyes and breathe in deep, Feel the magic start to seep."
Pip felt a tingle, warm and new, From toes to head, it slowly grew. "What's happening?" Pip asked with awe, As wondrous things began to draw.
Eldwyn chuckled, "Don't you see? Your wings were there, just not like me. Your kindness helps others soar, Your laughter opens joy's door."
"Your clever mind solves puzzles fast, Your gentle hands make friendships last. These are your wings, unique and true, They lift not just you, but others too."
Pip's eyes flew open, filled with light, Understanding dawned so bright. "My wings are here, inside of me!" Pip danced around the old oak tree.
From that day on, Pip walked with pride, Invisible wings spread far and wide. Helping friends, both big and small, Pip found new ways to stand tall.
So remember, when you feel apart, Your special gifts live in your heart. Your wings might not be plain to see, But they're there, helping you be free.
Poetry that tells a story for preschoolers. Curled up on my window seat, With blankets making warmth complete, I press my nose against the glass, To...
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