Deep into the woods, there she resides,
This wild flower, with scent so light;
Enticingly and adorably, yet wild as can be,
Splashing by the falls, singing sweetly and free!
A hunter comes and aim his gun,
But as he trigger his gun to the wild one;
Mesmerized by her songs, put aside the gun,
And watch the wild flower admiringly from a distance.
Her eyes roam and sense there's someone,
Watching her, she knew, she can feel;
That urging feelings this hunter has,
Which makes this wild flower stare in contact.
Their eyes met, their heart beats...
Felt their urging needs;
They let their feelings be heard,
In this nature she lived for years.
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