A dreary haze hovers over a field
This is nature's very shield
A drop of dew hangs on a flower
Longing for a cold days shower
As a bird chirps song
It’s neither short nor long
A rose begins to open unto the sun
What a wonderful thought for everyone
A woman walks from her small house
Being followed by a mouse
Was beautiful and shone with brightness
The him of her loved and worn dress
A voice that calls the soul of mankind to her
And her voice had the softness of fur
Her beautiful and wonderful bronze hair
Flies free in the wind and without a care.

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