Her heart sings a soft melody with the gales she sends o'er shores;
The trees dance in delightful harmony, upon the rolling, lush green knolls,
And the waves will roar with a powerful sorrow, as the air bends to greet their needs.
Voices of decades past; encompassed by the sun's great rays, echo their mourning across the high cliffs.
The season's bitter, cold wind struck hard her bones within her pale, moon flesh.
The sun's warmth embraced within the chilly vice,
The crest of waves, shatter against the minuscule rocks, swallowing, crushing and stealing their natural beauty.
Her feet, traitorous to their mind, lead her person forward; as stones begin their new goal of racing down the edge.
Neptune's sacred domain calls to her, beckoning her spirit to the brink of incomprehension.
Soft, golden tendrils mock nature's timeless dance, graceful in their fluid movements.
And her dull, green eyes; surveying the multitudinous ocean before her figure,
Muscles finally give, and she is weightless; falling in silence as the rocks below incarnadine.
