The Dryad

A stray shaft of sunlight floods the clearing,
Cutting through the dreary folds of grey.
Grinning, I stretch my limbs towards the brilliance
The sharp exhilaration of growth overwhelming my senses.

First prickles of newness tingle along my senses,
The juices of fresh light tremble through my veins.
A warming sense of spring plays along my heartstrings,
And I begin the swaying dance of welcome.

You can hear my laughter, my joy on the wind,
The soft rustles of my whispered praises on a spring day.
This is the time I am reborn
A time of growth, the gentle green of new leaves,
Stretching towards the beautiful sun.