Not alone

She's not a real dryad, but she looks like one
A hologram of light and color
She sits on a mushroom that bears her name
A dryad's saddle with a scaly cover

She likes this spot among the ferns
Where the air is damp and cool
She likes to see the other mushrooms
That grow around this rotting stool

The chantrelles are bright and cheerful
The amethyst deceivers are shy and sweet
The milk caps are smooth and creamy
The sulphur tufts are hot and neat

But she knows she's not one of them
She knows she's just a fake
A digital painting in this forest 
A holographic mistake

She wonders why she was created 
And who would want to see her here 
She wonders if there's any meaning 
To her existence in this sphere

But then she hears a sound of footsteps 
And sees a human with a smile 
He stops and stares at her in wonder 
And says "You're beautiful and wild"

He takes out his phone and snaps a picture 
He says "You're going on my wall"
He thanks her for her inspiration 
And says "You're not a mistake at all"

She feels a surge of joy and gratitude 
She feels a sense of purpose and pride 
She realizes that she's not alone 
That someone cares for her inside

She smiles back at him and waves goodbye 
As he walks away with his prize 
She decides to stay on this mushroom 
And wait for more surprises 🎁

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