Spring Fields
She prances through the meadow
In the pretty smock her momma made.
Sun glistening through her long golden locks.
Birds chirp and glide through the trees.
Frogs croak as they peak from the shallow pond.
She stops to admire the wild flowers,
when a beautiful butterfly lands on her hand,
Fluttering magical thoughts into her mind.
She dances and laughs as she plays in nature.
Such an amazing sight as her momma looks on.
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