Poem -

Grandmother Wood Nymph

Grandmother Wood Nymph

My grandmother was a wood nymph
For her roots run deep within the Earth
Protective as she was over Nature

Her branches the home of all
As animals nestled close against her body
No matter where she went

Don't be surprised by the chipmunks
Eating their nuts on the windowsill
It's my grandmother's window

Don't be surprised by the owl 
Sleeping under the roof
It's my grandmother's roof

Don't be surprised by the bunnies
Hopping in the garden
It's my grandmother's garden

But as every tree loses his leaves
In the elder autumn
My grandmother grew old

She left the living with her weak heart
Do not fear, she never died
As her ashes feed the woods to live

- CrystalSoulySR -