Naneth
Sparkled sunlight giltters through,
The golden shimmer'd leaves,
Settling like silver'd dew,
Beneath the morning breeze.
The woodland is quiet now,
The treetops heavy with grief,
Their loss a cruel and terible blow,
Shrubs shocked beyond belief.
Yet mem'ries the trees hold there,
The woodland creatures speak,
Hope and wonder returns the glare,
And calls vigil on the meek.
Yet beauty is always there,
Her face amongst the trees,
In sorrow she shows her care,
Amidst the birds and bees.
The Elfen wonder that tends these woods,
A woodsman's fantasy,
If only bring a smile I could,
Sun's light again I'd free.
A beauty beyond compare,
The illusive and the dream,
A lover ye should beware,
The lady in gold and green.
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