The Wood Nymphs

When the sun sets,
And the moon is high in the sky,
The naiads swim to the surface-
of their watery home. 
The moon's pale light reflects-
off of the sea of stone, 
They look out past their home.
On the land, instead of sand, sits-
a forest full of slumbering trees.
Moss covers each and every tree
like a soft, green blanket. 
They stare in awe at the dryads-
as they grow oak trees in seconds.
In the pale moonlight, the dryads'
moss green skin looked like sea glass.
As time quickly passed, the dryads disappeared-
into their homes, high in the oak trees.