Posts Tagged ‘forests’

In the heart of sylphic woods,
In glades no man has ventured,
Does a lady of the green reside,
Behind an oaken mask she hides,
Confining an ethereal and virgin face,
Her hair is a canopy all its own,
Viridian and amber and verdant,
Cloaked in the very same foliage she loves,
A moss ball gown,
And this forest is her masked gala,
Here she speaks to deer and tree both,
Listening to their aches and pains,
And tending to their woodland souls,

She’s a warden in this jade locale,
A motherly figure,
And one this natural world adores in return.

She had always dreamed of glades,
Beds of grass and hydrangea companions,
Dreamed of owl storytellers,
And choirs of rodent and hare,
So she called to the druids,
Those shepherds of the trees,
Go between those boughs they told her,
That shaded gateway to the forest,

That path of dirt snaking betwixt oaks and ash trees,
Those arbours embraced her,
Taking her amongst them like ivy,
They whispered in breezy leaves,
Bestowing upon her a cape of nature,
And a crown of flowers,
They loved her,
And she them,

Jointly they would watch the world pass,
The passage of the planets entropy,
And decay together at the end.