I feel your heart beating beneath this bark. Since you can't be my wife, you'll be my sacred tree. You'll always be young and green-my first love, Daphne.
Soon, as her strength was dwindling, Daphne felt Apollo catching up to her from behind her. She asked her father, the river god, for help.
Oh! What was that sharp pain?
As soon as Daphne cried for help, she felt her arms and legs turning to wood, and her hair turning into leaves. Daphne had transformed into a laurel tree.
Hello!
Apollo had witnessed his love turn into a tree, and he hugged the tree and wept by her. Apollo grieved over Daphne and realized that love is a very powerful force.
Do you know who I am? I am not a farm boy or a shepherd. I am Lord of Delphi! Son of Jupiter! I've slain a great serpent with my arrow!
Stay, stay!
Don't run, please! I'm not your enemy! Don't run away from me! Stop!
From the mountain, Cupid pulled a blunt-tipped arrow filled with lead from his quiver. Whoever was hit with this arrow would run away from anyone professing love. He aimed this arrow at a beautiful nymph wandering by named Daphne. The arrow flew, turned invisible as it soared through the air, and pierced the nymph's heart.
Then, Apollo wandered nearby. Cupid took another arrow, a sharp, gold-tipped one, and aimed it at Apollo. The second arrow could make anyone fall in love instantly. Cupid let go, and the arrow flew through the air, and pierced Apollo's heart. Apollo, seeing Daphne, instantly fell in love with her. Then, Apollo called out to her.
But Daphne, who the arrow had caused to run away from anyone professing love, bolted away from Apollo and into the woods. Although Apollo ran after her and tried to convince her to stop, she kept running. He grew tired of begging her to stop and did not want to let her go, so he picked up his speed.