Fairy

Does anyone like this? I wrote it for a school project last year, and I've been mentally debating whether or not to post it. It's pretty sad, typical of me, and it's a little naive, but I haven't posted in a while, so I decided to try it out and hope for some feedback. Comment if you like it, please!! :)

The flurry of light, sparkling happily in the sunlight, soared over the treetops, the momentous heads of strong, prehistoric giants that used their brawn for the benefit of all the forest. As the fairy’s energy began to ebb — ever so slightly — she nestled herself into a dent in the bough of a branch. Her eyes blinked sleepily as she gaily watched the beautiful magnitude of soaring birds of every color, leaping tree frogs, and even a dreary-looking sloth, grumbling softly at the racket the birds were making. Contentedly, the fairy allowed her eyes to drift shut…

The fairy leapt to her feet, startled out of her sleep. What had roused her? She listened quietly, straining her ears for any noise of alarm that might have alerted her. Suddenly, as she listened nervously, the puzzle fit together: the forest was absolutely noiseless! As the fairy fled from the tree in alarm, she failed to notice that she was no longer glowing - a horrible omen that could only foretell oncoming evil. The fairy flew, gasping for breath, to an abandoned-looking squirrel nest. As she banked and landed, a crashing wave of awe and horror threatened to crush her soul; this was the nursery of the newborn baby squirrels she had visited only days before! She dropped to her knees and frantically rummaged through the debris scattered everywhere. Upon finding not even a  suggestion of life, she hugged her knees to her chest. Spasms of choking sobs shook her body, and mournful tears forced their way onto her cheek. Rebelliously scrubbing them away, she turned her head and cried into her shoulder. Through her sobs, she could almost hear the echoes of the newborn squirrels’ terrified squeals as the monstrous poachers carried them away… But then, louder than the last time, a tiny, almost inaudible screech drifted to the fairy’s ears, and she immediately leapt to her feet, practically digging like a mole as she searched for the left-behind baby. At last, a glimpse of a furry, motionless tail led her in the right direction, but as she freed the tiny squirrel from underneath the debris, she realized that its spine had been shattered, and that the child would never move from her mid-back down. Tears welling up in her eyes, she clutched the baby close to her heart and smiled.