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The Sylvan Girl
O how the sun glistened and gleamed
casting light upon her widely beam
her smile but a lone wolf
far from the grazing herd of sheep
Not much of a distance
a river ran through the trees
the current, forcing shiny scales further and further upstream
Her eyes were a shade of blue
a shade one could not read
the sky’s reflection in the water
not a cloud to be seen
A cardinal sat upon a branch
in a tree above the stream
It’s glossy scarlet feathers
were stolen by the breeze
One by one
they drifted
down
down
down
down
In a seemingly endless spiral
Clouds advanced as feathers danced
Causing the red to splatter and taint the charcoal
Why?
She asked herself
Why?
Did mother nature insist on destroying her own
her body but an object to which she deliberately broke
As temperatures change
And seasons come and go
Summer heat
Winter snow
Autumn lasts an eternity
as more red was shed
trees bloomed in the morning
as their leaves began to blow
Soon the river was completely hidden
By the scars she brought upon herself
Nature was the root of life
but death never stopped the water’s flow
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