I catch a glimpse, a shimmer of light
A dainty figure of white, fluttering
Fusion among the summer blooms, blending
Swaying, rhythmic in the cool breeze
A cavorting carousel of tiny beings beside the falls
Rippling reflections, silent calls.
Who, what are these miniature nymphs?
Who does abide with me?
An epithet for these free spirits is so challenging
For what term would ever do them justice?
Dancing, prancing, graceful coy beauty
Charming deity of my garden
Disguised beneath the trees.
I will name you
Sweet Ophelia
My Fairy Queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Disguised beneath the trees! With the muse of sweet love. Nice work.