The wind blew around her, tossing her long ebony locks into the wind like shadow shades playing amidst trees. She was tall, with proud with a face of perfection; Her beauty would stun any man and tempt even the most faithful man of God.

She belonged to none, only to mother Earth; She was an illusion of perfect beauty that rose from the soil. Her eerie song echoed from her coral lips and resounded around the forest. Animals were drawn from far and wide and listened, spellbound to her melody, the requiem of Nature.

She clasped her hands together, like the effigy of a praying angel, her fingers thin and delicate; There was not one blemish on her ivory skin. The wind caressed her body gently as she swayed like the whipping branches of the mourning willow tree.

Do not waste our fertile land – the spirits of the soil would be only be in pain.

We always search for beauty; The thing we do not realize is that the most rewarding wonders are right before us.

We need only to open our eyes.