'parlay of knowing dryads talk'
A nectarious parlay, with a glimmer grey owl is how:
conversation's with dryads, arose at dusk. curioser thoughts bud curioser thought… ...it twas revealed, in candor…that,
'knowing' is a wild magic, disguising consequence,
...so a barter is required:
At dusk, hidden in the cloak of starlight,
the peculiar dance of banter with dryads,
begins in a language often mistaken,
as a gentle breeze.
Beneath curioser moonlit collusion,
The drayds bantering, scatters seeds into the night, of cleverly crafted riddles,
They float drunkely as bees without a Queen.
Hums lift off of Aeolian tongues, ever louder,
like pollen, harmonizes experience,
in a germination of questioning,
Patience, quenches thirsting leaves in the delicate rains of Spring,
Humility, nourishes roots in the nutrient-rich soil of untainted earth,
Thoughtfulness, feeds growth in the photosynthesis of a mid-day Sun,
as understanding branches out,
over and over, this occurs, until a forest,
of 'knowing' is grown.
Pure, unadulterated, speech of Dryads,
deserves thanks for its unknown guardianship,
which protects us all, from its wild magic,
Concealing in hums, mistaken as gentle breeze
the carefully collected,
dangerously unpredictable secrets,
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