Scattered leaves caress their every surrounding
Benches grasp the earth to hold their ground
A set of eyes question what the clouds bring
Listen to the wind: silent sweeping sound
Her eyes exist in lonesomeness today
Examining every inch of wonder
She closes her lids and begins to sway
Shuddering from the arrival of thunder
Soon, soaking raindrops drip between her toes
So exposed, she knows she is not alone
Revealed, she feels as a delicate rose
With twelve blood-red petals, a crimson tone
Noticed by nature, in culmination
She’s finally feeling a sense of elation
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