Wafts nearby the charm of your scent
Looms it does, from your shake to your breath
Praise about, slow and subtle
From the grass to the puddle
Murmurs through the wind
Can you hear the leaves start to sing
Waltz of the flower is all around
Wishing through the forest
Tearing the silence with sound
Humming a muse of a chorus
Tender and steady does it rain
Dripping from the clouds
Thick is the dew
Weeping down to the ground
Trickling to earth is your tender petal
Chirping the hymn in which my storm will settle
Clear as light, streams the river
Carrying the days pain
Beside the flower, bristling her afternoon refrain
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