Daughter of the Trees

I am a dryad in the wood
I am the trees of green and gold
I hear the whispers that I should
I smell the roses strong and bold
I taste raindrops falling strong
I touch seasons through the breeze
I feel the forest's ageless song
I am a daughter of the trees

An Angel In Disguise

Made of hope, illusioned beauty
Starlight driven from the sky
A human child torn and bound
Fate mapped out and doomed to die
She was hope and love and chance
But never had a chance at life
She could not give up what she was
Through any pain, heartbreak or strife
For hope, it was her only curse
Hope was her eyes, her voice, her being
And the world, it held no place
For a child with hope for wings
And so hope had turned against her
For it ripped her seam to seam
Her hope that once had been her gift
Now stole from her her very dreams

Patchwork Of Shadows

I watch the sky as darkness grows
Waiting for when the starlight shows
But though I wait and hours pass
No light appears at all, alas!
I finally know, the light is gone
And there is no approaching dawn
And stars are gone as well; I weep!
The darkness thickens, cruel and deep
No light is there and none to come
But still, I hold out hope for some
I will not let it slip away
Though it lessens every day
I cry alone, my fate appearing
As my hope is disappearing
When the stars are gone from the sky
No hope to live, no will to die