A Natural

I rise up from my comfy sheets

Light peeks out from the curtains like a playful child

Almost like my little Persephone

 

I gather up my supplies

A basket woven from willows and sunflowers

A little shovel and an overjoyed Persephone

 

We walked through the vegetable garden

All the colors were vibrant yet natural

The air was so cool and fresh that I could rest upon it

 

I showed Persephone how to harvest

She harvested the crops like she truly understood them

She was a natural

 

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