(Sonnet)
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.
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