Adele's Stories

Oh to be free like a dryad

To have a tree that I call my home

To have the moon and stars counted as friends

To dance beneath their light on a perfect summers night

To have no worries other than the avoidance of languor

To play with the deer and the rabbits and the squirrels in their glen

To feel the earth beneath bare feet and wind in loose hair

To feed off of what is provided by the great provider and take life from that which surrounds me

To live as if every day were the only until the fateful day when the forester comes to cut me down