Wood Nymph
Reflections
The sun goes down on Kinsey's Pond.
Blue water ripples in the breeze.
Shadows cast their eerie forms
as squirrels scamper in the trees.
The calling of a bird in flight
for the mate she cannot find,
makes for memories in my life
which will never be left behind.
The reverence that I feel tonight
is totally beyond compare!
But like the bird that calls in flight,
I, also, need someone to share.
The moon comes up on Kinsey's Pond
and casts its luminous glow
upon the earth and in my heart,
and on the shimmering water below.
Twilight has pulled Her curtain
and pinned it with the stars.
Nature has counted Her creatures
and knows where they all are.
The lonely bird calls no more
to the mate that was lost in flight.
The moon has gone behind the clouds
and all the world seems right.
I'll soon return to my world too,
but I'm stronger now you see.
Because for a while on Kinsey's Pond,
there was a soul set free!
Blue water ripples in the breeze.
Shadows cast their eerie forms
as squirrels scamper in the trees.
The calling of a bird in flight
for the mate she cannot find,
makes for memories in my life
which will never be left behind.
The reverence that I feel tonight
is totally beyond compare!
But like the bird that calls in flight,
I, also, need someone to share.
The moon comes up on Kinsey's Pond
and casts its luminous glow
upon the earth and in my heart,
and on the shimmering water below.
Twilight has pulled Her curtain
and pinned it with the stars.
Nature has counted Her creatures
and knows where they all are.
The lonely bird calls no more
to the mate that was lost in flight.
The moon has gone behind the clouds
and all the world seems right.
I'll soon return to my world too,
but I'm stronger now you see.
Because for a while on Kinsey's Pond,
there was a soul set free!
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