Constance in the Woodlands

Constance seizes the forest blissfully Optimistically merging with skies Such a spirited sprite spins gleefully Tenaciously trying to mesmerize Astute sages within the high green trees; thus, Nymphs seek to sustain a bejeweled prize Zestful branches dance with the maiden of Ardent constancy, delightfully wise. Lest she be a bird that soars eternally Escaping the hiding place amongst butterflies Embraced by Cosmos, care-free and earthy Encircled by spry stellar mysteries Fine fairies fare well, fearlessly flying In fanciful fortified flower fields