The Drayad
rowena bennett
A dryad lives inside this tree
I'm sure it must be so
For I can hear her whispering
When summer breezes blow
And I can see her flowing hair
Flash green-gold in the sun
As she nods to all the shadowy things
That hug her feet or run
Along the edges of the wind
At night her leafy locks are pinned
With silver stars, and on her wrist
She wears the new moon in a twist
