What the Nymph Would Have Said to the Woodsman Were She Not Under Water

Beautiful artistic fantasy background and wide-set eyes

‘Can watch your hand lilting,
It glows yellow and strums the brassy pond–
See the confetti canopy that warbles above us
in the blue sky?

Sky sits scary–
And you bargain for its radiance,
And you turn down your lashes
To beam at me

Oh, effervescent Oak!

The wood settles into beings
Because we lie low and giggling
Near the earth

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