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PoetryThe Willow's Dryad's song.
I am the Willow. I am the tree. I am the dryad of the tree. I dance in the moonlight, sing in the sun, I laugh with the oceans tide. I call to the bird, I talk to the wind, I watch the roses grow. I speak to the dolphin, I run with the wolf over plains, I am the Willow and I am the tree. I am the Dryad of the tree, and forever now shall I be. The Rose Baby I looked in a rose once and I saw, a little golden Baby. His hair was gold and curly, he had apple blossom skin. His little eyes must have been blue sept' he never opened them. He was sleeping soundly, in the middle Of the rose. His bed was the sweet pollen, For his blanket the pure sun. He would have stayed there and slept forever I'm sure, but... The night had to come and that little Rose baby was gone. I looked and looked, but never again was I too see, that little rose baby. Sleeping soundly beneath the trees. 7:17 PM - Oct. 1, 2008 - post comment
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