In the quiet of the evening
Hides the first whisper of night.
Rising up into the darkness
On the wings of golden light,
That whisper becomes a chorus
Born of heavenly delight.
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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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