Nymph Bride
A young traveler settled in the woods His journey not done, yet hardly begun. He stopped to rest in a shady acre A circle of sunlight cascading down. He looked around the vast expanse of green When his sight affixed upon a flower, A purple rose sitting just above a Log covered in toadstools. He moved closer To the weed, having never in his life Seen anything so beautiful as it. His hand caressed the delicate petals, His nose sniffed the tantalizing fragrance. “I shall pluck it and take it home... Sign in to see full entry.