27 September 2012
Hiding just in case.
The silky soft, Fairy wings, It goes up and down, Right- left- it flings.
Shimmering gowns, Matching the wand, Before night falls, Or you've 'been dawned.
The dryad fell in it's bed, Yawning with fairy dust, And sneezing, coughing, With disgust. (turn the page)
But the wand still flickering, Just like the dryad of peace, Just like my twinkling cousin, That's now my niece.
Having faith and peace, In the little thing, How can a small person, Can be the loyal king.
Then it's happy, Falling asleep, In it's dreams or nightmares, Lying and sleeping deep.
Energy absorbing, From the little lad, Ready for another day, Just like a dryad.
Dryad • Opuss № I