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I loved my job as a botanist, which took me to many foreign lands, Like the golden sun rises smiling, to meet all our natural demands. I was always marked for this work, ever since I was a small child; And was often seen wandering the woods, as I loved all things wild! I'd always liked camping out, and had come to know various plants, Like crimson flamingos getting to know, a complex courtship dance. I was often discovering plants to name, and to find out more about, Like the sun we've long been missing, doing its timely turnabout. I never outgrew this passion, which followed me into my adulthood, As that which was called puppy love, becomes lasting and matured. Without interactions in the wild, life held no purpose or meaning, As bluebirds lives aren't as vivid, without the treetop convening. My days were now exciting, with work, loving family, and friends, Like classic ruby evening sun, with its kaleidoscopic color trends! One day I learned I'd be going to Greece, to seek the goat orchid, And to get specimens of this rare flower, would make me euphoric. So with two colleagues I boarded a plane, in the heart of a summer, Resolved to find this elusive, quaint bloom-a shy natural stunner! After a restful night at our hotel, we set out avidly in the sun, Like the one so long ignored, reigning as the heart's number one. With our guide we entered a forest, in agreement not to stray far, As the planets revolve in natural bliss, around the fervent star! We fanned out combing the area, where the orchids had been sighted; And I will admit to you now, I'd become more than a little excited. So much so that in my exuberance, it seemed I'd wandered too far, Like after having forgotten yourself, recalling who you truly are. I searched and yelled for my friends, but there was nary a reply, And as it seemed, I was alone in the world, under a cerulean sky! Later as skies turned magenta, I saw a lady of indeterminate age, Who was surpassing in beauty, like beauty itself in its early stage. And I fell into her tender arms, as I sobbed out my fear and pain, Like losing the one you love, and knowing they won't return again! She asked me if I had become lost, to which I replied that I had, And she took me to her nearby cottage-and for supper I was glad. The cottage had a fragrant garden, and was encircled in greenery; And as we talked after supper, I inquired about the exotic scenery. She said she was Mother Nature, so fine gardens were her specialty, And in my shock I nearly fainted, at the unveiling of true identity! Like the shock of a thunderbolt, to sleepless summer night skies; Or the beautiful shocking pink, of awakening dawn's golden sunrise. As deep down I'd always known her, I soon saw things differently; And we had an in depth dialogue, full of vividly beautiful imagery. Her ruby lips spoke of crimson sunsets, and of gold day vivid flocks; And the openness and geniality of nature, and of doors without locks. Stars twinkled in her mystery eyes, at the mention of black nights, And soon danced with mirth, at talk of a golden quest for daylight! We talked of rampant greenness all over, a sign and symbol of life; And of how she nurtures and cares for, the various forms of wildlife. And of mountains and valleys and forests, deserts swamps and blooms; Of blue skies and clouds, and red butterflies emerging from cocoons. Then with a toss of her head, she gave a knowing and dimpled smile, While we spoke of the paths of beauty, along many long, lonely miles. And when we talked of tragedy, her eyes glistened wetly as moonbeams, Like large raindrops falling from the skies, when a hurricane screams! We talked of winter anguish, and the return of happiness with spring- For with the revival of meadow flowers, there's no memory of anything. I began to grow tired and I slept, in Mother's cottage in the woods, So pretty and so very peaceful, amidst sweet birdsong of the backwoods. And when golden morning had come, Mother guided me out of the forest, And we kissed and soon we parted, but I would visit often, as promised!

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Date: 5/22/2021 1:07:00 PM
Incredibly penned poem Evelyn, your beautiful symbolism and flawless language is brilliant. It is wonderful to see such a fine art effort, and this is going straight to my favorite. Good luck with your upcoming projects. , Have a lovely weekend.
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 5/22/2021 3:21:00 PM
Your words of kindness strike a happy chord with me, Lasaad. I thank you with all my heart for your encouragement and support. Be blessed, my friend. :)
Date: 5/22/2021 4:04:00 AM
- I dream myself into these lines, Evelyn :) - A wonderful story :) - Have a lovely weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 5/22/2021 11:39:00 AM
Thank you, Anne-Lise. It's a joy to know you liked this tale. Have a wonderful weekend yourself. :) hugs Evelyn
Date: 5/22/2021 12:45:00 AM
Great poem. As usual a great story.
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 5/22/2021 11:40:00 AM
Thank you for your kind words. :)
Date: 5/21/2021 9:56:00 PM
WoW! Evelyn, You are an incredible storyteller. The story seems so real. If I hadn’t read the comment below, I would have asked if you were a botanist. I echo what L. Milton said, because your well-written piece held my attention from start to finish. I wondered who the lovely lady was. I wasn’t expecting her to be who she was. Nice reveal. I could go on and on about this outstanding work of art, but I won't. Excellent job, my friend. Have a wonderful evening. Adding this is to my favs:-)
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 5/22/2021 11:47:00 AM
Alexis, your complimentary remarks are so gratifying. Reading them makes me feel just super. I am glad you found such enjoyment from my tale, and I thank you for all the nice things you had to say. Have a lovely weekend, dear friend. :)
Date: 5/21/2021 8:27:00 PM
Evelyn, this is an incredibly-beautiful piece of writing in awesome couplets. The story flows so smoothly, and I wondered how much of it was true, and how much was your vivid imagination. The first part seems autobiographical...then, of course, you meet Mother Nature...metaphorically. This is a FAV for me! You are so talented! Rarely would I read a poem this long, but you held my attention from the first to the last line!
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Date: 5/21/2021 8:47:00 PM
Your thrilling remarks and insights are truly heartwarming, Milton. It is wonderful to have such an appreciation of my efforts. For this, and also for the nice things you said, you have my deepest thanks. To satisfy your curiosity, no part of this story is true. I am a lifelong fan of The Twilight Zone, and I also enjoy writing short stories of fantasy and science fiction. Have a nice evening, my friend. :) Evelyn