The little stars peer down on me
As I slip into bed;
They laugh and call me silly names
Like little sleepy head.
But I know when I wake at dawn
That they’ll be off to bed
And then it will be them, not me,
Who is the sleepy head!
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DRYAD'S HAVEN
Welcome to my haven. This is where my heart lingers, where my soul comes to worship. Some days the muse will sing softly, but other days you will hear only the peace of the forest, the silence of the slow moving water and the quiet of the wind dancing through the leaves. You’re welcome to enter, but remember that this is a secret place, a private place. Your hopes, prayers, sorrows and joys may find an echo here. But if they choose to linger when you leave... well, this is the haven of a Dryad, after all.
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- The Dryad
- A poem, a prayer, a wistful dream, the hope that will always live and the faith that will never die. The secret kept, the laughter shared, the friendship treasured and the love remembered.
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