My body pressed against the tree’s trunk
Blending: I am invisible –
A veritable dryad, green clad!
Crouching on a branch, face mythical.

The living tree no fear represents
Heights safe in verdant embrace
Green clad, a veritable dryad!
Hangs upside down, laughing: end of chase.

Evening sun shines on thrusting feet
Swing glides effortlessly high
A veritable dryad, green clad!
‘Neath hawthorn comes childish battlecry.

Jiving in the street to old tape decks
Singing, dancing, laughing loud
Green clad, a veritable dryad!
Fingers and toes tar-sticky – uncowed.

ZaniLa Rhyme – a form created by Laura Lamarca.

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