The dryad dreams of summer blooms
Of fragrances so sweet
Of grasses drifting in the breeze
Beneath her unshod feet
The dryad settled for the winter
When snows and cold abound
Where the first buds of the spring time
Would peek above the ground
The dryad senses the rich earth
Where her roots burrow deep
And twine themselves within her dreams
While she is fast asleep
The dryad sleeps within her wood
And safe within her tree
She dreams of all that spring will bring
When winter sets her free
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