daughter nature
streaks of color
a droplet / a prism
bold, crazy, rainbow.
the scent
the earth soaked in new sunshine
fresh dew
music
no human can replicate.
the notes
less than a whisper
shhh
grabbing at the wind
floating on the sea
plucking blades of grass
a daughter of the land.
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