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A sweet caress of summer rain,
The sunshine soon devours,
A fleeting though, all that remains,
As she dances through the flowers.

A clear stream weaves and flows along,
To entice it doth endeavour,
All the lands, to her belong,
As she dances on forever.

A tuneful note drifts through the air,
His ear it swiftly catches
It sings of love and maidens fair,
And beauty nought else matches.

The tree's whisper of thing's not passed
The grass lays gently knowing,
The roses bloom, to break their fast,
As the seeds of life, shes sowing.

He walked toward that magic noise,
Its beauty he would savor,
He walked past snares, and walked with poise,
And his step did never waver.

She wove her spell as fine as air,
The air itself was thicker,
With pale white skin and silver hair,
She danced on all the quicker.

He sought through golden oaks and ferns,
He surveyed the land by layer,
With no memory, and no concerns,
He only seeks the player.

He walks the path from dusk till dawn,
Through silky moonlit roses,
And on towards her allure drawn.
And the enchantment she composes.

I wonder if he sees the land,
Around him, swirling, changing,
As time drifts by, like grains of sand,
Yet abstains from ever aging.