Short Dryads Poems

Once I ran, forgetting myself in rising excitement,
after fireflies bearing tiny torches of light.
Hunted after tree Dryads in the neighbouring woods, 
and summoned tooth fairies to do my homework.
Innocence is what dissociates a child from an adult.
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The Cedar Stand

The cedars stand, three at hand,
their limbs unwind like twine.
Closely spaced their crowns embrace
thus, framing the divine.

Trunks forlorn have been transformed
two asymmetric sides.
Their roots breach a sandy beach 
Gnarled knuckles deeply lie.

When the wind blows boldly bye
a flirting with the scene;
three dance in a wedgewood sky
like dryads in a dream....

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There is something about an autumn’s fog
Specifically in the morning sun
It’s like a scene in a fantasy book
Enchanting, wispy, ethereal, magic

Forests - as if behemoths slumber within 
Winds carry the whispers of elves hidden
Beneath the boughs the dryads dance delight
A dragon’s roar - bringing terror and fright

I wish to live in such a world sometimes
A world where sorcery is not fiction
But I’d imagine it would be mundane 
so a whimsy is what it will remain...

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