As the sun made love to the hills,
The tenderness in her touch caressed the wilderness soft,
The wetness of her gaze,
Aroused the dead man’s soul,
Her beauty untainted,
She stood out one in a million,
Short of being shy,
She hid her face behind the veil of clouds,
Winking at the night,
She smiled her last smile,
A shade of darkness creeped up,
Eyes adjusting, a new visitor comes forth,
A little lighter, she illuminates fondly,
Smiling knowingly, she erupts at ******.