And through human greed,
And selfish deeds,
The Nymph of the forest,
Protector of nature,
Was left mourning again.
This time by the side of a grave
Left by the war of man,
With nought but a silent river of tears,
And a deathly longing none can sate.
|I'm just a girl who wants to be something better than just average, someone who loves graphic designing more than life, and who, despite not always succeeding, wants to learn as much about the art as possible.|