Hamadryad Poem by Daniel Nairn

While men should toil through the working day-
Bleack clouds fluorescent stifle sun and sky
And men lose hope in beauty, pleasure, joy-
But all of earth is not in torment so.

A forest—like the city, full of life—
Life filled with peace—unlike those poor tired souls—
And in these woods—the spirit of the trees
Walks through the shade-the hamadryad sweet.

She calls all creatures to herself and smiles
For they are hers by love and loyalty
A wish of wellness, spells of deepest joy,
A magic she imparts to all who ask.

She wanders her domain, and all who see
Will turn to watch her countenance so fair
A hidden smile, the radiant eyes of green
The locks that fall to earth like autumn leaves,

And all who see her cease their toils evermore.