She paddles in cool streams,
Bare-footed in floral dreams,
Skipping through green woods,
Past old Druids in white hoods,
Echoing laughter in silken breeze,
As she sings to birds in olive trees,
The jade forest calls out her name,
And in her eyes, all beasts are tame,
Tripping over cold river´s icy stones,
She never completely feels alone,
Behind small ear, she wears a rose,
And butterflies play upon dainty toes.
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