The dryad watched the tumbled clouds
Weep tears across the sky,
While she lay where last autumn’s leaves
Had crumbled down to die.
Her broken heart poured tears of pain
Out of her weary eye
And, though she told herself to stop,
She couldn’t help but cry.
Yet, finally her grief was stilled,
Her tears, at last, ran dry,
Then, with new hope, she spread her arms
And joy lit up the sky!
Photo a gift from Suzie Campagna
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