The 'title' is more of a subject name than a poem title. When I find a better title, it will be changed.

Woodland Sprites

The sun on my face,

The wind in my hair.

Running over fields,

And under trees.

Running with the wind,

Wherever I please.

I dance and skip,

Over hill and dale,

And under the moon,

Whose light is pale.

A pointless, uneasy poem, but there's something about it that tries to mean something to me.

Zoa the Twilight Wyvern