Petals bunched in the marigold
Have each a tale to tell
Of all the best traits and talents
Those make up a damsel
A gentle stream flowing over gravels
Enlivens the unborn greens
And from the cliff, her water falls
On the ground below serene
A lone palm in the desert stands
Where all travelers rest
Wrap her shade and journey across
Yet on her loneliness, they jest
A peak cutting through the clouds
Eludes the naked eyes
To climb high to her heart
It takes more than a several tries
Wings spread like an eagle
Flies high in spirit and soul
Undeterred by the forces of wind
As she takes on the world whole
On the damp marshlands
She stands poised like a heron
An aspiring artist's fantasy,
And His masterpiece...A WOMAN!
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