daydreams

The Nymph of The Woods

She walks the woods in earthly grace
her smile shining like silver lace.
Moonlight tinging her face aglow
her hair like rivers doth it flow.
Her words, they dance in airy bliss
her charm, the heavens doth it kiss.
An angel descended upon the earth,
she lights it up with a resplendent mirth.

~Eliza