Alia danced in the grove to the music of the trees.
Her heart sang a song that hung along the breeze.
She tilted and she twirled, she leapt and she laughed
She spun around in pirouettes, flattening all the grass.
The sun smiled warmly down, watching as she danced
As bluejays joined her in the song high up in the branch…
Read the rest of the poem here: The Dancing Dryad…