The Nymph

The image is taken from Google and edited. 

It was middle of the night
when a flutter of wings
through the open window
gently shook him from his dreams.

He blinked in surprise
as the nymph blew him a kiss
and faded into the dark night,
luring him to step out of the house.

A flash caught his eye;
was it the nymph or a shooting star?
Mesmerized by the glittery wings,
he followed her into the woods.

She darted from one tree to another,
her tinkling laugh teasing his senses.
Tripping over roots and dead trees,
he lunged to grab her, to own her.

Deep in the thick forest, she enticed and vanished in a blink.
Bewildered, he heaved and huffed,
as fear tingled on his skin.

Soft voices floated around him,
easing his racing pulse.
The nymph danced with her friends,
their sparkle lighting up the delicate blooms.

His feet grew roots into the earth;
his limbs sprouted tender leaves;
tears flowed from his eyes,
as the breeze purified his heart and soul.

His vow to save the trees
echoed in the silence,
after the nymphs left him alone
reflect upon the damage humans do the Nature.