Dryads, allow your spindly arms to embrace crystal pearls A lovely, flighted maiden rests - guard her with twisted curls. Soothing mists with rising crests recall lost fleet of spawn; the winged race, reptillian pests sing, lullabye the dawn. Time soon forgets, the hour swirls upon a shim'ring lawn Freckled by mushrooms hiding till all mortal faces gone. And true, time sleeps but biding while fate's shining knight comes riding As the vestel stays, sweet chiding fairied frogs who speak light charms. --Earth's Song by Emily Wunder
