Soaked up the sun
Behind the fence
Crest of the hill
The sky is still
Now the grass is
Green and sweet
Lie with me
Ward off this chilling
Evening
Inquiring expression
Laughter greeted her reply
She glanced with surprise
The graces of the spirit
Reveals itself
Strive to be like a rose
When battles
Wax hot
Good formations bloom
Begin walking the path
Go along the edge of a dig pit
Anticipatory pleasure
She gets lowered.