Forest Fable

Dryad of the woods,
poised between two trees,
Knows not where to take her rest,
cannot choose with ease.

Spruce stands tall and true,
lissom, lithe and strong.
Evergreen and full of life,
poetry and song.

Apple tree is rich,
garlanded with leaves.
Lush boughs yielding fruit so fresh:
dandy in green sleeves.

Dryad has to make her choice
'fore the chill arrives.
Whom shall she shelter within
and enrich their lives?

Choose, o spirit, well
while the tempest brews!
For trees of autumn beauty
charm in winter lose.

SiKee, '93