Poem: Nymphs

By Mark Lindsey

That Magical nymph so bare.
Heeding only unknown drives,
Her life one with the tree stability.
Together yet apart they exist.

Friend and foe to all.
Wearing and tearing at the tree.
And as time carving eternity on the tree, shape her.
So does life shape us.
And in shaping us, shape the world.


Categories: Poetry

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