Wood Child
Sweet wood child
Faery of running sap and cattail wisps
Imperceptible
To the coarser senses
Sing to me, elemental imp
Tickle my ears
With your light lays
Weave a spell of woodcraft
Quicken the arbor above
Caress my languishing spirit
In green delight.
Your melody seizes my soul
Unveiling before me
Every sylvan splendor.
Fresh Hell 
Beautifully magic feel to this, Sarah! Can smell the woods and feel the air – wonderful poetry! 😀
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^_^ Yay!
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Same as Tom. I can smell pine trees!
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^_^
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Wow… it really feels like I’m in a forest… well written!
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Thank you, Jocelyn! 🙂
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Sarah, I love when you transport me to magical places with your phrasing! Mona
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Yay! ❤️
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Elemental imp! Something tells me there’s a bit of self-description in that 🙂 I also loved “Caress my languishing spirit in green delight.” How many people miss the ways Earth can heal. Lovely, Sarah!
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Impish, perhaps. Elemental? Uh…
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