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Meadow Sprite

A free spirit flying through the air
Her exquisite face both beautiful and fair
Keen eyes as dark as night
They show no fear or woeful plight

The dances and laughs with the bright sun
Her hair cascading from its neat little bun
She runs across a flowering field
To misery or gloom, she will not yield

She prances through the path of life
Never weak in the weary strife
Instead she shows only a laughing smile
As she passes by each dreary mile

 

© 2006 Julie Yamamoto, All rights reserved.