The earth has erupted in flames in my garden of games.
Reading my mind, cheating my kind,
laughing like a child she gives hidden clues,
making me blush in her golden hues.
How wonderful a woman can nature be,
she is always bubbling with innocent energy,
never a care, yet always there,
, to take me in her bosom, never to dispair.
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