She was a child of nature
The most special one
With a smile as warm
As the summer sun
Yet fragile and
delicate
Like an early bloom in
spring
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 and wild,
like
An autumn gale blowing
The most special one
She was a child of
nature
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