Dryad Arbor

In the moonlit glade, where starlight weaves,
Elves sing of Dryad Arbor, 'neath ancient leaves.
A sentinel tree, wise and old,
Its roots entwined, stories untold.
Underneath your boughs, we'll rest,
In nature's cradle, feeling blessed.
Dryad Arbor, as the moon ascends,
Our lullaby, in the forest, never ends.