In a secret meadow untouched by man,
Nymphs and Dryads dance to the beat of pan.
Naked beauties linger sensually — truly divine.
Their scent is intoxicating, like a fine wine.
Unseen by any, but the children of the dirt.
Tucked away from pain, fear and hurt.
Music plays at a feverish pace.
Ecstasy pours out all over the place.
Nature untouched personified.
This is where the spirits hide.