by Sarah Earlene Shere, ©2025
(Mar. 17, 2025) — Fairy lights dart in and out of crevices among the large, mossy rocks. A rustle within the clover makes you turn a look over your shoulder; perhaps it’s the king of the leprechauns himself.
Suddenly, the wind snaps your clothes and rustles your hair, with the sound like that of a woman in mourning. Your gaze is directed up to the grey clouds drifting by, revealing a wee bit of a rainbow. Adult rationale tells you what rainbows are and why they appear, but the child in your heart instinctively begins to walk toward it, wondering if you’ll find a pot of gold if you walk long enough and look hard enough.
Like an emerald jewel shining in the middle of the sea, this land calls to something inside us all: a rebellious spirit that refuses to be tamed, courage to fight for what’s right (no matter what the cost), a resilient nature that cannot die, a belief in the impossible and faith for whate’er the future might bring. A flute, a harp, a haunting voice and, like a lullaby, we feel wrapped within the arms of whom we feel at home.
