Everytime u sigh, a fairy dies.

Just how would you describe a night sky like this?

Those clouds that seem to cascade from the gates of heaven; sending the froths blowing across the faces of a million stars. Should we stretch our hands outright across the breast of heavens, we could grasp the tails of the stars and feel the tickles of its beauty in our hearts. Although our eyes are blinded by the bright lamp-lights of the streets, our faithful senses took on the darkness' clothes and veiled themselves to the nuisance of these artificial pleasures. In the blessings of this veil, our eyes open up to the twinkling pixies and fairies fluttering above us. They giggle at us and wave to us, for they knew when we could see them and when we could not.

While the angels of the day went home to rest, the pixies and fairies came out to play among the floating froths of heaven's waterfall. As the pixies flew around, they leave trails of pixies' powder, just as the fairies flew around and made the night a faint scent of sweetness. The pixies have a way to tease us humans, as they sprinkle their secret powders here and there, and made us see the sky with a twinkling shade; they never stay put in a place for long, but hop around like busy bees from flowers to flowers. Should we look further with our keen eyes, we can see their garden in the sky. The garden that bears a dual shade of silver and white: the latter in the day, the former in the night. And if we close eyes and listen very carefully, we might hear those flowers of fruitful colors singing a melodious tune that goes like this: whoosh whoosh whoosh.....

A gentle boat rocks on the lake like a graceful swan. It's dark and everywhere is cold, and yet it yields no fear. The cradle of thy heaven and earth rocks to the lullabye of the winds, and offers a hand to those who are weary or sad. Look up into the sky and the cradle is there. O what sight to see, the shimmering nearness of this peaceful lake. How could it be that these fairies and pixies dance all night, and not a sweat of fatigue and burden rests on their brows? How innocent they could be that they do not know; whenever we sigh, a fairy dies; whenever we smile, a fairy revives.

We humans sigh
We humans cry
But the fairies will always be there to make us fine.

The fairies of God
The fairies of Life
The fairies of Love
The fairies that shine.

I guess they all knew, that a breath of God is more powerful than a million sighs of humans.