Dryad - Frown

The morning dew

Flowing down her breast

As she lies on the poppy

She’s a dryad-it's her excuse

Inside the old shack

Of oak wood

Overgrown by weed

She’s a dryad-as a shrine

In her eyes flower blooms

She smells like a parfume

She’s a dryad-she has to shine

After the nightfall

Night’s so long

She’s dancing on the meadows

She’s a dryad-wild as hind

She takes a bath

In crystal pool

As moss she is green

She’s a dryad-i want to see her

She’s jumping over the trunks

Through the musk

And shade of dusk

She’s a dryad-she has to fly

I’m yearning to see her

Sometimes it’s so hard

She avoids grey daylight

Sometimes it’s so hard

To find her

She’s a dryad-she's not my woman