water fairy ploughed on, despite the creepy silence, along the still waters that are as reflective as freshly wiped mirrors. carefully she lifted a drop of dew on a small white daisy and tasted it lightly. dawn is near and time is leaking away, she sensed it. at this instant, she heard a drop of water trickle and saw a mist shrouds a treeling near the end of the stream. could this small tree be the one she seeks?