daughter nature

streaks of color

a droplet / a prism

bold, crazy, rainbow.


the scent

the earth soaked in new sunshine

fresh dew



no human can replicate.

the notes

less than a whisper



grabbing at the wind

floating on the sea

plucking blades of grass

a daughter of the land.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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