Cautiously the wanderin fool approaches the wood nymph.
She, flutterin like a butterfly,
dances aimlessly.
With earnest intention, heart on his sleeve,
he offers it to her.
With sly smile,
she sends it crashing to the ground,
shattering innocence.
Eternity passes.
The fool again approaches the wood nymph,
cautiously she draws near.
In great stillness he stands
flitting in and out of his nearly knit fibers,
she is at home
swinging from perch to perch.