Mother Nature was once a beginner...
Like it was nothing less than the perfect dream, Laughing away at the breeze. Warmth and worriless, Whispered in the wind... A cold still held her breath in the bewildering shine, Shadows fading, Soaking her face in a bathing light, Across a seemingly empty meadow arose the transic bright. In lustrous aw, Immobilized not by fear, Fortified within herself, Enchanted through curiosity... There is an end in sight, Thats not why she's here. Over the mountains and across the sea,
