She came upon a meadow, then she undressed; And when she was naked, the meadow blushed.
Softly she tread, floating above the clover Seas. Suddenly lost, bold honey bees forgot The scent of flowers blooming. Iridescent wings, Humming birds, monarchs, dragons, flying in Procession and the mushrooming dew now rising Began to swell, raining upwards into the mystic Blue heavens and the trees beyond that clearing Stood longingly amazed, so green their spying Gaze, when all the myriad flowers loosely fell And all the gathering of colours faintly dimmed.
She came upon a meadow, then she undressed; And when she was naked, the meadow blushed.