The Girl At Stream

Stretching her arms to feel moment, She stands wearing single-piece dress: That's black and suits her fairy skin; She's more beautiful, flowers confess. Her hair spreading on both shoulders, For tender touch of her soft breast! The stream she stands in, is shallow, Nature in quietness: at it's best! Lowering her hips to face the drops Of rain that might touch her soft skin: From head to toe, she's loveable, If she's beside, who cares what's sin? Everything beside her, sees her: The herbs, the trees, silver that flows Kissing her feet with tender waves, Consciousness of each wave she blows! She's the most beautiful painting: That aft' creation, God has seen; Wind forgot to blow at her sight, God's brush is stuck in air at scene. April 01, 2022