Wood Nymph

She travels the forests of the world;
visiting peacefully, her vessel of passage is the breeze.
She dances in the shadows of midnight.
She is the whimsy in the wind; a
collection of cherry blossoms whisked across
ancient lands, lending the secrets of life to the
remnants of what was once
Abundant enchantment.

She invented make-believe,
whispered the first fairy tale to the trees.
She lends herself to the
Lady of the River at every full moon in an
aqueous transportation of wisdom.
She is each individual petal shed from the
Lotus flower.
She showers delicately, upon a flowing surface;
letting the Lady of the River deliver her in
pieces of knowledge to the banks of
Waters Far.

She is dew in the morning mist,
thick with leftover sleep.
She is the yawn that yields youth to
schemes of the sandman;
She is the wink that wakes the world from dreams
in the first gleams of morning sun.

She lives in the core of Redwood, the aroma of the Eucalyptus, the strength of the Sycamore.

She is the unshakable presence in the
seemingly empty glades & thickets;
She is the rustling of the leaves in the
low brush & high canopy of the forest.
She is the sorrow in the rain,
mourning the murder of uncorrupt lands.
What once was rich and bountiful in the woods of
wishes and happily-ever-after's is now naught but
silent & barren.

A raped Mother Earth stands stoic,
holding-fast in her faith rested in her daughter,
Wood Nymph.
Prevailer of nature's pureness.

She is the whispers in the breeze, She is the
network of roots among all trees, She is the
soil of love that will bring you to your knees.
Infallible, impenetrable, fortified in the continuation of
wildlife-

She is...

The Wood Nymph.




c.marie