Amidst greens was She-
Singing a song of melancholy.
She watched birds fly away-
in a pinch of dismay.
She glanced at sky in quest;
She wanted silence and rest.
She seemed weary of life;
No matter pleasure or strife.
Turned away from world,
She was still and lonely - yet bold.
She, thoughtful of her gloom,
Waited the Hour for her to bloom.
A day came, she received with a start-
When a lamb probed her with a dart.
Her eyes glowed to see a being
which sought her caressing.
Days passed and they made good company
For the rest of the world to see and envy.
Her lips spread in lively glee
As she went with the lamb in wild spree.
She erased the blue of sky;
With her smile, made everything spry.
Amidst greens was She-
Singing a song of sweet melody.
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