The Tree Nymphs

The trees stand tall and stately, surveying their domain. The first to glimpse the sunrise, the first to feel the rain.

Sun Tree Nymph

Could I cast off all the cares of tomorrow— Could I forget all the fret of today.
Then, my heart free from the burdens I borrow,
Nature’s chaste spirit her face would display.

The Forest Nymph

A glint of her hair or a flash of her shoulder, that is the most I can boast to have seen. Then all is lost as the shadows enfold her, forest glades making a screen of their green.

The Tree Nymph Queen

“O ruddier than the cherry, O sweeter than the berry. O nymph more bright, than moonshine night, like kidlings blithe and merry.”