Uncertain Picture

Uncertain Picture We see her in the garden of this world. Adorned in beauty seldom seen among women. Gentle in all her ways; like a young doe in the forest. Her large innocent eyes, are gentle pools of blue. Her face an alabaster lily, Framed by the warm sunbeam of her hair. She is quietly arrayed; in natural beauty. The gentle rustle of her skirts, makes music when she walks. She sits among the daffodils; blending with the flowers; Till she is one of them, Only brighter than the rest. Purest of the pure she seems; cleanest of the clean. Then she lights up a filter king;It’s springtime fresh.