Raindrops on petals, drumming solemn beats as they drop,
silk skin, pink lips, sweet purging innocence,
she wipes her face with her wet brown hair
she dances in rhythm to the solemn beats of nature's drummer
A heart which blooms joy, her giggles echo in the rain.
she has no worries, her missing front tooth on her little round face
she sways in the drops, her clothes defining the beauty of her glorious shape
A feeling to sow has come
© Bluebear