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The Beauty Of The Sprite

the beauty of the forest

the magic of the leaves

the bole contains the sprite

that's where she lives

to guard her long lost soul

and the spirit of her heart

it's her art of a thousand years

of travesty to the trees

can she make the wood cutter

stop his meddling

stop his peddling

of her forest beauty

her duty erverlasting

they think they see her

they think they don't

yet they won't stop cutting

she is sad, she is mad

she blatently exposes spirit knowledge

shows herself to the cutters blade

he pulls back at the attack

and runs to tell the others

his brothers laugh and poke at him

made a silly joke of him

but he knew

he laid down his saw

and walked the trees in awe

forever more

 

 

Comments3

  • colin

    Excellent Diamond i love nature

  • baj-a

    oh wouldn't it be wonderful if there were tree sprites that could change a persons heart and help them appreciate the beauty instead of destroying it to build another house, or make another tablet or roll of paper towels... we need our forests and our forest sprites! lovely piece of poetry!

  • sokibgb

    Wonderful. Took me back to my childhood and the bautiful stories of the littli sprites tha lived in the woods. Loved it.



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