Flitting about our amusements and entertainments
Like fairies between blooms:
Just as superfluous
Nearly as mythical
A little magical.
Drawn from our Creator’s pen
We aren’t made real (or relevant)
by our contribution to the story,
(Our meaning’s by virtue of being)
And though we take our functions and stations seriously
May it not be forgotten
That though we may add something to the story,
The Author does not need our addition(s)
to achieve His ending.
May the knowledge sweeten the flight
Lend more vigor to the dance
(Lest we trudge on, weary ‘neath our mortal, self imposed burden of import).
Much like the fairy
doing well with the blooms in her care,
May the narrative’s pains lessen
with our individual bits of light and color.