Of the forest, the leaves and other things …
There is a cold fog which seems to roll on
Envy it! For it touches her skin
On which coalesced droplets of water
Roll on in ecstasy
They shine, with light silver,
As they reflect an envious moon,
Who lies outshined in beauty.
She walks through the wet foliage
It lushes green in her wake
The grass on which she treads,
Bends, but never breaks
It tickles her feet and she laughs,
While world listens in silence
Forward, she steps, with unhidden grace
And, with fiery eyes, she looks about
She speaks and her voice unfreezes
Frozen spirits, who answer her call
Her gaze has power, tranquility and sorrow
And a wisdom that is beyond understanding
She commands, the very gods of love
To fulfill her every need and desire
Who then, can stall a, mere, mortal?
From being
gripped by a fear of this form
For no creature born of flesh may hope
To see this goddess and survive her beauty.
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