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
A robin and a whippoorwill, a mockingbird and loon,
Got caught up in her winsome song and joined the dulcet tune.
A brook babbled endlessly, as water rushed along
A cacophony chorus of nature’s whispered psalm.
But, if you listen closely, when next you come this way,
You will surely hear the song that the dancing dryad plays.