Nymph Rhapsody

NYMPH RHAPSODY



Deep within the forest, where bleeding hearts and laurel grow,
come the summer solstice, all the nymphs put on a show.
They compose a melody made of nature's sounds.
The songs of birds, the wind in trees, music that abounds
in the wings of butterflies, the humming of the bees,
in perfect counterpoint to the sighing of the breeze.

Their dance, at times a ballet, is not locked into a form.
They move to nature's rhythms as they lovingly perform
just for the pure enjoyment of movement, wild and free.
Their nakedness a part of who they were meant to be.

Their gatherings are smaller now, as the forests shrink.
As we encroach upon them, we push them to the brink
of near extinction. Listen carefully and you can hear their cries.
Some day they'll disappear and with them, the music dies.


Notes

My humble contribution to Rising Star's "Make Earth Day Count "  [E]
I found this image and saw the magic in the deep forest and the life that exists beyond our vision.
Form: Open Rhyme aabb


Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise are all equally welcome.

Ken