She was nature’s child
The
most special one
Her
smile as warm
As
the summer sun
Yet
fragile and delicate
Like
an early spring bloom
Bright
as a shaft of sunlight
Illuminating
the gloom
Spectacular
and exiting
As
the days first dawning
Yet
simple and refreshing
As
a clear winter morning
Tempestuous
like
An
autumn gale blowing wild
The
most special one
She
was nature’s child
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