A Poem by TheShAdE

My mom wrote this for me when I was young


When the winds breath cools and the leaves fall. 

The beautiful wood nymph comes to call. 

Flying through the air that rustles through the trees.

 You can hear her whisper in the breeze.

" I am what comes before the winter sleep.

The air the sun the moon in my keep. 

I bring the colors of yellow, orange and brown. 

I bring the rustling sounds and leaves that fall to the ground. 

I bring the sunsets of flames of red and make you snuggle in your beds.

 I am what comes to end the summer's heat and to make you ready for the winters sleep."

© 2014 TheShAdE

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Added on June 13, 2014
Last Updated on June 13, 2014
Tags: fall, Autumn, Brown, Cold, Fairy, Hope, Life, Misc, Nature, Nymph, orange, Poems, Red, Sleep, Spring, Summer, Wind, Winter, Seasons, Fantasy



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