Post by sitohruharuno on Oct 29, 2014 10:09:44 GMT -5
Wooded, concealed, rarely seen,
Faeries and elves wait in the green.
Nymphs peek up from the lake, blue eyes aglow
Making sure the Dryads know,
That The One who sees them is drawing near,
Hair a mess, voice anxious to cheer
And sing with her fantasy friends,
A child at mind, a heart that never ends,
Hidden sorrows only the fauns know
Intricate emotions weaving to and fro,
Doubled with the job of keeping her near,
Lacing her heart to the forest she holds dear
And though she is weak minded she is strong at heart,
Energized by the woods, even when they are apart
She waves sadly as she leaves, fairies flittering away,
Settled with the thought she'll return another day.
Faeries and elves wait in the green.
Nymphs peek up from the lake, blue eyes aglow
Making sure the Dryads know,
That The One who sees them is drawing near,
Hair a mess, voice anxious to cheer
And sing with her fantasy friends,
A child at mind, a heart that never ends,
Hidden sorrows only the fauns know
Intricate emotions weaving to and fro,
Doubled with the job of keeping her near,
Lacing her heart to the forest she holds dear
And though she is weak minded she is strong at heart,
Energized by the woods, even when they are apart
She waves sadly as she leaves, fairies flittering away,
Settled with the thought she'll return another day.
