She clutches the mossy grass in her little hands
Her hair falling soft and full around her shoulders
A halo of sun circles her small head
Shaking the leaves from her feet
Slow but steady,
The river trickles by
Sticks and leaves puddling up like dam
The water laughs as it glides
Over the soft stones that
Line the bottom
She makes a bed among the trees
Of green moss and fuzzy leaves
Branches supporting the frame
Holding her the same
She lays down
Her hair trailing across the ground
Her eyes closed against the sun
Her face pale and young
Her cheeks blush against the ferns
As they envelop her in their grasp
Hiding her safely from
The storms that rage far away
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Clare Strayer
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