In the deep green wood

far away from beast and man,

my soul drifted in autumn breeze

sailed into whispering sand

I wrote words of sweet poetry

inside my well worn blue notebook,

till I heard the sound of a bell,

made me stop,  to take a look

Do the Nymphs have a bell

that rings by day as by night?

a faint bell past a bubbling brook

it gave me a joyous delight

There is no building for miles

yet the ring was clearly heard,

is it by the wind, that the sound,

floats freely like a melodious bird?

And then it stopped, forest was still

yet peace flowed around me,

I etched in calligraphy, sweet images,

known by those who love Poetry