the Dryad descends fantasizing the feel of rain her fingers unfurl
tempted from her tree after dream-frozen decades warming, they wiggle
piqued by the promise of limbs waving at will flaunting their freedom
a spring saunter through scents subtly swirling as slender sylvan arms meet
pollen-laden winds surrounding her head framing her face while
slowly savoring the feel of sun on flesh earth's music fills
a landscape become body makes her giggle with glee the swaying sylph;
able to bend in half leafy locks slowly rustling she learns to dance
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