Pearl
She runs in the wind, whatever the season
Snaps up all the mists, and deep perfumes
She feeds on day of all what is good
For body and soul, she knows so much the world
Sometimes she plays with elves, fairies and salamanders
Not afraid of beings dwelling theses secret places Her greenwood harp enchants the forest
And all people begin a saraband
At last evening felt, she rests on leaves
In mid of golden fields, or near clear waters
Nothing can scare her, all here is welcome
Trees, open arms, tale care of sylphids
She runs in meadows, spins in undergrowth
Changing hair with pearls crown
Fragile and soft silhouette travels with just a law
That Love of Nature which in her so much surges
Pearl – ENY