The Painting

Just like a line drawn into the dirt.

God has created something, 

It only took, water, fire, and wind; to make a picture so perfect. 

She laughs with gay abandon, she is a wonder of nature itself.

       She win hearts in the sight of her, and set off storms with lighting. 

In her is all nature.

She is incomparable a fair virgin she is.

She's made of clay and there was no doubt. 

Innocence personified in her, her simplicity and innocence.

 And keeps her going. 

      And like a breeze she wafts, and like the waves of an ocean she flows.

 And like a river she flows. 

The confluence of the waters is her beauty. 

And like a raging fire, is her passionate youth.

She moves like burning sparks.

Her every particle is ablaze she is truly mixed with fire. 

Both unyielding and pliant, sometimes coy and sometimes affected.  

   Sometimes swaying and sometimes circling. 

Kissing the soil, she is very playful, she is very naughty.

 Like an unpredictable spring rain. 

She has piercing eyes and night black hair like the wild spring in a gay dance.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Fantastic write! Has oozing imagery and great flow!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Jamie]

Beautiful piece of work! Paints a truly elegant picture :)