Forest

The nymph of the forest, spirit of nature
Between the branches look secretly!
I hear in the forest you wander,
Your laughter flowing brook.

The palm branches fly birds
To bathe in your tenderness,
And sun is committed
To get into the flow of your curls.

Head over thy flock
Spinning butterfly wreath.
Spring, whispering forest bike
Playfully lapping at the feet.

Walk through the forest you vision
Birches braids fingering,
Will disappear in the glare of light and shade
Was and that's really not you