POEMS | Ephemeral Life ✓

A Nymph's Piano

A warm bed of grass

Sunbeams touch bows of trees

Leaves rustle beneath

The echo of piano keys

For here in the meadow

Sits an instrument forgotten

Weathered by the elements

And not yet rotten

From between the ivory

Grow dandelions of grandiose

Seeds blown as the winds wish

For someone to play a note

A nymph crafted the piano

For a lover now lost

She abandoned her music

To the rain and frost

Flowers once danced

As her fingers played chords

Blades of grass trembled

Buds reaped the rewards

But now the forest yearns for

A melody beautiful and sweet

Such as the nymph once played

Only to then retreat

So come to the field

If you possess fingers nimble

To play this instrument

And witness nature ripple