I.

Filtering through the ceiling of leaves, 
the moonlight dances 
upon the supple virgin skin of the Forest Queen.

II.

The wind plays 
through the Autumn Sunset 
of her hair.
  
III.

Shadows of trees sail 
upon the deep blue ocean 
of her eyes.

IV.

The breeze climbs 
over the dusky hued hills 
of her lips.

V.

The loose tresses of her hair 
whip over the fields 
of her milky white skin.

VI.

The cool night air 
settles upon the frontier 
of her soft lithe neck.

VII.

The lightness of a slender blade of grass 
leans upon the slope of her shoulder.

VIII.

A slowly falling maple leaf 
comes to rest upon the soft pillow 
of her breast.

IX.

A lonely glistening drop of forest dew 
wanders aimlessly 
across her slim tight stomach.

X.

The slow moving air 
treks through the forest of hair 
covering her sex.

XI.

The sweetness of the air wanders, 
lonely like a drifter, 
through the valley of her thighs.

XII.

Silver hues of moonlight
flow down her legs.

XIII.

The cool shallowness of a forest pool 
envelopes the tips of her feet.