THE BEAUTY OF NATURE'S DAUGHTER
In the woods of forgotten dreams,
where tree-tops are burning with fire,
I desperately searched for thee,
the object of my desire.
I called the nightingale
and asked her to sing our tune.
She clothed the heavens
with a sun, some stars and a moon.
Your meadow of grass is resting beneath
the most beautiful cloud I have seen.
It looks a bit like you, my dear.
I wonder what that could mean?
Come to my arms and I will set you free.
My love will cleanse like water.
We'll dance through this glade,
through this heaven of nature's daughter!
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-10-29 at 00:07
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