The Dance of the Woodland Nymphs

In the heart of the forest, where the wild things play,
Beneath the emerald canopy, they come out to sway.
Woodland nymphs, ethereal and fair,
With flowing hair and a carefree air.

They gather ‘round in a secret glade,
Invisible to the world, in the dappled shade.
Their laughter like a babbling brook,
Their voices like the songbirds’ sweetest hook.

With petals woven in their hair, they start the dance,
Their feet grace the earth in a rhythmic trance.
Twirling and spinning, their skirts of leaves aglow,
In the mystical moonlight’s soft and silvery flow.

Their eyes are like stars, their skin like the morning dew,
They move like the zephyrs, as the nightwinds blew.
They beckon the creatures, the fox, the deer, the hare,
To join in the revelry, the circle so rare.

The creatures prance and the fireflies light the way,
In the dance of the woodland nymphs, they all have a say.
They celebrate the forest, in harmonious delight,
Underneath the stars, in the heart of the night.

Oh, the dance of the woodland nymphs, so free and pure,
In nature’s embrace, they endure.
They remind us of the magic, the beauty, the grace,
Of the enchanting world, in this secret place.