The Maiden's Guardian

Well I guess this isn't really ALL about nature.. but it leans that way, so I guess it would fit here... I'm pretty fond of this poem, although I'm sure that fondness will slowly wear away and I'll find myself tearing it up. Or you you could do that for me. :)

-The Maiden's Guardian-

A lost maiden, asleep among the leaves of autumn
Her hair chocolate rivers, softly they flow
Deep wine red lips, though now parched with thirst
Her heart, drowned
Her soul, cursed.

Wind, lead her to where the crimson berries grow
And where the gushing springs will quench her thirst

The sad maiden, crying softly among the sympathetic trees
She longs to go home, yet there she does not belong
And in the mystical forest all the beings would hear
Of her suicidal past,
Through her crystal tears.

Wind, cure her lonesomeness with an enchanting song
Then softly whisper secrets in her ears

A dead maiden, lying lifeless among the faded leaves
Her hair still chocolate rivers, her skin white as milk
Yet now she looks peaceful, merely sleeping in the cold
Her thirst, quenched
Her heart, told.

Wind, cloak her body gently in luminous silk
Then fly to the angels, and give them her soul