The Forest Princess
Through meadows of sweet lavender
The Forest Princess roams.
A crown of vibrant wildflowers,
Sits softly, with her curly locks in flow
Sweet perfumes travel through air;
She smiles as they catch her nose.
She finds delight in all of nature.
Like moss on stones, her spirit grows.
She rises with the mist of morning,
Awaking the pines from their sleep.
She dances with the Autumn winds;
And laughs with the chatty streams.
Infant lilies rise to hear her sing
Embracing the loving warm beam.
Her garden is humble but dazzling.
Lined in petals and stems in green.
She sits with her kingdom awhile
She kisses the jasmine and iris,
While sweet dandelion sends a smile
Her hands offer them a gentle caress.
She speaks in silence to sad-hearted willows,
She softens their weeping, from natures duress.
She nurtures their roots, making them well.
Such is the love of the Forest Princess.
She’s a friend to lonely blue springs.
Faithfully keeping, the land and sea.
She breathes life on all that is dying.
To her garden, she’s all she can be.
Day by day, she’s steadfast in giving.
A servant to nature, its one true royalty.
The Forest Princess, with her heart shining
light's a way for her forest country.
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