Oh Maiden Fair

Prompt:  **Upon a hill, where daisies bloom, There sat a maid in golden light, Her hair did shine, like threads of loom, Her fingers danced, both soft and slight.** **A lyre she held, of wood and gold, Its strings did hum a gentle tune, With every note, a tale was told, A melody that matched the moon.** **Her voice did rise, so pure, so clear, Like whispers from the ancient glen, And all who heard, both far and near, Were lost within her song again.** **The trees did bow, the winds did cease, The rivers stilled to hear her play, And in that moment, all was peace, As night did fold the edge of day.** **O maiden fair, with hair of sun, Thy music sweet as honeyed dew, In thy soft song, all hearts were won, And dreams were born, both old and new.**