Gifts, of the Lovers
The Dru leans close, to Dryad, clasp, in arms, of love, enclosing.
Tree Spirit, he, protective e'er, of woods, (warrior, imposing)!
And she, (Spirit, of gentle heart), who gives, within her flowered hair,
Homes, safe, secure, a verdant perch, for earth's creatures, and those, of air.
With roots, deep buried, in the earth, they sway, in dance, of gusty winds,
And give forth breaths, of oxygen, on which, our very lives depend.
Tree Spirit, he, protective e'er, of woods, (warrior, imposing)!
And she, (Spirit, of gentle heart), who gives, within her flowered hair,
Homes, safe, secure, a verdant perch, for earth's creatures, and those, of air.
With roots, deep buried, in the earth, they sway, in dance, of gusty winds,
And give forth breaths, of oxygen, on which, our very lives depend.
Donna L. Ferguson Dudley, copyright 2018 5/24/18
Art Tomasz Alen Kopera
Art Tomasz Alen Kopera
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