Song of the Nymph

Ever and ever

She flies by night

Free as the birds

Yet she returns

To her cage in the sunrise;

Her wings may be clipped,

But her spirit soars

And her heart stays pure



somebody (you know who you are) will recognize this…I wrote it a while ago.  A really long while ago.  Like, sixth grade.  But I still like it, so—here you are.  It probably makes no sense to anyone but me, but no matter.