Through the daisies in the sunlight
Peeps a young maiden dressed in white.
Gently stroking grass and petals.
Patiently she yawns and settles.
Hearing frogs, bird songs, and crickets;
Rising, running through the thickets.
Darting home, this blue-eyed rover
Grasping just a single clover.
Cherished, all of this in story.
All such maidens, nature's glory.
Damsel's deeds discounted duty.
Valued here, for this is beauty.
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