Field where the soft winds play,
A bud of grey kissed the light of day.
From the earth, it slowly grew,
A flower blossomed, fresh and new.

Its petals, gentle, pure and bright,
Wove into a dress of sheer delight.
Each petal twirled, a magic spun,
Turning hands and legs, and the face of the sun.

The honeybees, with songs so sweet,
Buzzed around her dancing feet.
The breeze, a whisper soft and kind,
Touched her cheeks, with love entwined.

Birds above, in joyous flight,
Sang of the day, the birth of light.
They chirped and sang, so full of cheer,
For a new soul had come here.

Clouds like dragons, soft and white,
Danced across the endless sky,
Casting shadows, cool and mild,
As the wind played like a child.

The moon peeked out, a silver ray,
Guiding the stars in their ballet.
The owls, wise with eyes so bright,
Watched her sing through the endless night.

The water droplets, glistening clear,
Like precious gems, they did appear.
Ornaments bright, they kissed her skin,
A crown of beauty from within.

Squirrels and rabbits, curious and light,
Came near her feet, their hearts so bright.
Their laughter rang like tinkling chimes,
Echoing across the endless times.

And she sang, oh, how she danced,
A soul of joy in every glance.
Her laughter, like the winds that roam,
The earth now knew she was home.

The wolves in forests far and deep,
Howled their joy, no longer asleep.
The foxes, swift with playful grace,
Joined in her song, with a shining face.

Above, the eagles soared on high,
Spreading wings across the sky.
The clouds parted, soft and slow,
To reveal the golden sun’s warm glow.

In the field where the flowers grow,
A spirit of light began to glow.
The world in harmony, calm and true,
For a flower child had danced anew.

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