The Dryad

Out comes the Dryad, out of the lake
To grab the rainbows for which as clothes she takes
She uses them as scarves and sews them to make her dresses
And ties them up to make ribbons for her shiny dark dresses
The lilies of lake by god are sent
To be her flowery head adornment
The pretty young girl
Wears a necklace made of mother of pearl
She allows no one to see her
I only saw her when I was searching for something between some burs
I hope that she emerges for someone to see
So no one will think I've gone loony
So please keep a lookout
And if you see her take a picture and don't shout......