Swishing skirts of whispering grass
Strolling, feeling stalks tickling the skin
Memories of sun soaked days
Striding through meadows
Crickets chirping their invitations
To stay awhile in this luscious growth
A sanctuary of teaming life
Bare feet avoiding butterfly’s wings
Looking heavenwards seeking
the angels and cherubs watching
On such a glorious day as this
Time take a rest, stop the forwarding steps
Preserve such hours of Summer pleasure
And she walks on, absorbing without knowing
A lover waiting, thinks of him
Delights of the meadow slipping away,
only one thought, to lay in his arms
Being one with nature
In the summer of her youth
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