Ramelia101

Her wispy white dress disappeared in the trees; The spirits of the forests welcomed her beauty. The passion that burned off every footprint; Grew new life from her vitality. Afar from the ocean but the sea remain still; As the willows bowed to her presence and mimicked the grace of her amber curls. Oh, how they resembled the patterns of the wind. Sleek her hair was, giving a look of aspiration as a single strand fell between her emerald eyes; A picturesque sea of green amongst the bronze sunset after a storm, when the gods have said their long deserved peace and the flowers bloomed once again in the halcyon valleys. The graceless freckles