She stands in the forest. Her feet firmly planted
on the ground like the trees surrounding her.
Translucent she seems to be, as the bright sun
shines through the leaves with its dappled light.
The trees acknowledge her if only through the
awareness of their own firmly planted roots.
When it rains the soft rains of spring, nurturing
the flowers as they bloom, she stands there.
When the summer sun burns the leaf tops and parches
the ground beneath her feet, she stands so steadfastly.
When the autumn winds blow and rustle the leaves,
encouraging them towards the ground, she stands there.
When the winter winds blow through the branches
and limbs whistling and singing, she stands there.
What is it about her that is so bright, so aware, so magical,
so encouraging; firmly standing like the trees around her?
Perhaps it is that she is the magic of a wood nymph,
with a light emanating love and truth from within?
She really has inspired you! She does, by her posture, seem to be patiently awaiting--something. However, in a facetious vein, I must add that I have never seen a wood nymph with a purse. Pat A
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