She Paints the Night
She’s the garden girl.
A precious rainbow
in the night.
Painting with crystal water,
she brings the forest light.
For nature is her canvas.
She brings out every hue.
If you’re walking
through the forest,
she’ll shine her light on you.
She’s purply pink passion,
reds and yellows too.
The moon
bestowed its magic,
shading her dark blue.
She languishes
in the darkness,
as she giggles
with such glee.
No one knows her name.
She’s a pretty mystery.
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