Meadow's Robe
When meadow flaunts her robe of green
and covers me in tender lace
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.
From mantle wrapped by pure citrine
a peaceful view my breaths embrace,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.
Cascading dewdrops quite serene,
wheels gently to enshrine my face
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.
A nightingale takes wing, unseen
to pipe last croons within this space,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.
She glides around like myth's Celine
oh beauty lit by skyline’s grace,
her perfumed view, lights up onscreen!
The newborn dawn will spread its beam
lingering through mild slumber’s pace.
When meadow flaunts her robe of green,
her perfumed air drapes path’s onscreen.
Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round 4
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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