Song of a Naiad
by:Rachel
Strong of limb, fair of face,
We are of the watery deep.
In stream and fountain, lake and spring,
We lay ourselves down to sleep.The sun is sinking, slowly sinking,
Into the ocean it does fall.
The age-old moon is rising, rising,
Sheeny silver covers all.As twilight fills the land with shadows
And Earth is calm and still,
We naiads waken from our slumber
And rise from brook and rill.Unlike the mermaids of the deep
We are free to tread on land,
Gathering in the fragrant vales
Dancing gaily, hand in hand.Violets crown our silky tresses
Our gowns are of moonshine,
Our arms are white and gleaming
As we wander through fir and pine.Laughter echos among the hollows
And rises to the knolls,
It fills the gloomy forest
Joy is bubbling from our souls.The moon is sinking, slowly sinking,
Into the ocean it does fall.
The mighty sun is rising, rising,
Glowing warmth covers all.As morning fills the land with light
Earth wakens once anew,
We naiads flee towards the waters
Across the fields of dew.The water ripples gently
As we fall into our beds,
For another day slips away
And winsome dreams fill our heads.
Date: 1998 (fifteen years old)
Location: Tecate, Mexico
Having read The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis at an early age, and again in my teenage years, I was facinated by the characters in his stories such as fauns, dryads, naiads, and centaurs. Undoubtably, I was influenced by those beloved beings of fantasy when I wrote this poem. It is written in the rhyming pattern that was characteristic of all my early poetry.