Over in the meadow
where the mists like jewels
were just lifting
to reveal the deepest emerald
She lifts her veil
and there in the new sunlight
the pond awakens, sparkles
in a silence like a velvet robe
The rich, verdant vision
courses through my veins
and dewey chill shivers my spine
Ah, to be alive!
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