She was Nature's child at work.
She sewed the little seeds
Of flowers yet to be seen.
All by hand, throught out the land.
She always worked in the winter's cold.
Always just before the snow.
Across the lands she traveled each day
All by hand, she let her love show.
How she remembered from yesterday.
Where each flower was to stay.
Or add something new to the air.
All by hand, each flower to stay.
No one saw her in the early dawn.
Not ever her sivlrey song.
Never did her feet touch the earth.
All by hand, she fed the turff.
6-23-2008
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