The dryad lingers by the shoreThe salt spray in her hair
The cold waves washing round her feet
The breezes soft and fair
The quiet woods watch over her
As she lingers there
They will not stop her as she strays
Far beyond their care
They know she will not stay too long,
Windswept and solitaire,
She longs to dance out past the waves
But they know she won’t dare
For she is bound to wood and tree,
She is their lady faire,
But she can linger by the sea
And dream of dancing there.
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