The Wanderer


A nomad was she, an elfin spirit of the night,
appearing as fragile as a leaf--
But her strength was in her flight;
fanciful, elusive, scurrying off like Tinkerbell,
she'd cast her magic spell upon the human race.
Perhaps a mystical vision prompts her to roam,
through mountains, valleys,meadows full of daisies;
Nowhere on earth to ever find a home !
A breath of spring--an autumn's fiery essence glows,
within her like the melting snows turning to rain;
Along the river she'll float above the surface,
crying out her song--a sweet refrain.
Then suddenly disappears in a flash of gold,
for the nomad is a wanderer--an elfin spirit bold !

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