The wind murmured softly in the background as the fairy flew over the daisies she was tucking in. The fairy's voice was soft and sweet, like milk, and her hair hung down behind her back in auburn waves.
The daisies nodded as they fell asleep, watching the sun sink below the horizon.
The cold moon came out, and fairy Amy flitted softly away to sleep under her mushroom.
The dew fell softly on the dark, lush grass, and the deer stepped out of the dark woods to graze in the moonlight.
An owl soared silently by, its huge wings beating the thick black air. Its eyes scanned the ground for anything that would feed it.
The rainclouds crept closer, their gray undersides dripping with sweet wetness. They spilled their gifts, and the deer retreated back into the forest to watch the pattering rain. The owl flew up into a oak tree, huddling under the leaves, a wary eye posted on the ground.
A lone goose, its huge wings flapping silently, flew by, and stuck its feet out in front of it, sliding across the face of the pond. It skittered to a slow, crawling swim before tucking its head under its wing, finally falling asleep in the gentle rocking waters.
The fairy, who was asleep in her mushroom home, did not know of the peace that was all around her. She did not know that she was the cause of this peace.
Instead, all she knew that her nose was wet, and her poor daisies would need an extra dose of sunlight the next day to dry their soggy petals.
The rain left, and the moon came back out, and the fairy, the giver of peace, slept on.