Nature's Blithe Spirit

Nature's blithe spirit whispers through the trees. Its soft light embellishes rivers and streams. It flows gently through sweet childhood visions. It can be glimpsed, but never dwelt upon For too long, as it so hard to pin down. It merges with wild birds' melodious sounds. It drifts on the warm breeze of summer days. When darkness arrives it ceases to play. For when childhood dies, its' dance is over. Pure white innocence is replaced by fear. Yet still it can be revived by poets, Lovers and dreamers, who never forget Its impish power to charm and enchant Through the seasons: so verdant and vibrant.