Morning Dance
A nimble nymph danced in delight
in her secret place under the willows.
In dim morning light, she twirled and smiled
and on a whim waltzed with a nightingale,
letting lovely winds rustle her wings.
Music of the morning—trills and squeals
of woodland animals made her toes tap.
Until at last she scampered ‘neath the lilies
and whiled away the warm day, napping.
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