Dance of the Dryads
By: Heather Nanni
I feel the leaves beneath my feet.
I hear the sound of the branches snap.
I am lost and this wood is dark.
From this place I cannot retreat.
Mighty Artemis protect me.
Please treat me as that sacred stag.
Do not hunt me through this forest.
But for the trees I cannot see.
So now I spy the dryads dance.
Unlucky wanderer I am!
To understand this life I live,
I now fear I may lose my chance.
Enchanted, I watch each nymph move.
I am mesmerized by their grace.
As a chorus they do not play.
Each one, her own talent to prove
I, their captive audience, spins.
Trying to catch a glimpse of each
Hoping one will show me the way
out of this place before fear wins
But I have lost my chance.
I cannot see my way out.
They have linked arms and skip around me.
I am a prisoner of the dryads’ dance.