Wood Nymph
A Poem For The Picture: As autumn approaches, The trees slowly die; One by one the leaves drop, And the wood nypmhs cry; Tears of amber slowly weep; Come spring her children shall once again grow; until then, mother nature shall sleep.
A Poem For The Picture: As autumn approaches, The trees slowly die; One by one the leaves drop, And the wood nypmhs cry; Tears of amber slowly weep; Come spring her children shall once again grow; until then, mother nature shall sleep.