Dryad
in falling green forests
in mysteries of chiseled mist
you’re a leafy nymph,
a dynasty within stars,
proclaimed as Young One
you played in sun
and joyous grass
firm faith in this place of trees
eternity of wind, and prophecies
of green shadow shapes.
Written for my friend De’s dVerse #201 Quadrille (44 words sans title, including the word “place”)Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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