In a copse beside a sparkling stream
\nThere lived a lass I know
\nA dryad arboretum whose tendrils
\nThey did grow
\nGreener than the greenest tendrils
\nThat ever there could be
\nIn those sylvan groves she made her home
\nAnd all could see<\/p>\n
Her heart was very tender her thoughts
\nWere always good
\nThey called her inspiration
\nWhich of course they should
\nBecause she had an aura as big now as the sky
\nAnd could swim and dance and perchance
\nShe could also fly<\/p>\n
In the stillness of a morning
\nThis light giver just might be
\nUp there in the boughs of what was
\nPerhaps the highest tree
\nIn that emerald paradise
\nShe would pass her time away
\nWeaving gold and silver fronds
\nTo pass the time and to pay<\/p>\n
For all the glorious thoughts
\nHer subjects gave to her each day
\nAnd often she was invisible too
\nWhat could anyone say
\nNo wonder she is happy
\nNo wonder she has joy
\nShe is the dryad princess
\nThat we all want to employ<\/p>\n
For she is multi talented
\nNothing she cant do
\nAnd very intellectual
\nAnd she’s good and true
\nI only met her once I think
\nBut know her and I say
\nWhen you have met the princess
\nShe will just blow you away<\/p>\n
HAPPy BIRTHDAY SUSAN
\nfrom me
\nAnd all the pals<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In a copse beside a sparkling stream There lived a lass I know A dryad arboretum whose tendrils They did grow Greener than the greenest tendrils That ever there could be In those sylvan groves she made her home And … Continue reading