Poetry inspired by The Chronicles of Narnia

Spring Dance

Spring Dance

Wander into the woods of Narnia

When the trees begin to bud,

When the snow begins to melt

And the sun shines warm above

Do you see her standing there

By the tree, near the hollow?

Standing, softly, with a smile,

Beckoning for you to follow.

Do not be afraid, go to her,

It's not into a trap she lures;

There is no need for caution or fear,

She is gentle, she is pure

A dryad of the wood,

The spirit of a tree,

She calls for you to come

And see the dance of spring

For every year in Narnia

When the trees are in full bloom

A dance is held in the meadows

Till the rising of the moon

Feel the felicity, feel the joy

As they dance and sing

Praising Aslan in dance and song

For the coming of the spring

See them twirl, see them spin

See the dryad's hair that flows

Hear the music of the fawns

Feel the soft wind that blows

Sweetness fill the air

New life, new hope, new love

Songs of flowers that will bloom

Songs of trees that will bud

Winter may last long

But it will come to an end

Snow will thaw, disappear

Spring will at last descend

Come! See the dance, hear the song

Happy, joyful, playful, free

Come! The Narnians invite you to join

The Annual Dance of Spring