Trump it up Girl of Nature!
Hide no more behind the
wardrobe of fearful secrets:
permit the shine of your
deathly oval.
You a moon with love-
you are not a forest:
of hatred.
Shine lightens a figure
full of fear
through dapples of autumn;
ov’r the mountain tops.
Simper a cuddle
with the ocean vision.
You fear not the
outsides of your:
rigid walls.
Tread vigilant out into the fields-
Smell the freshness of love.
Fear not Girl of Nature!
Hide no more,
simper a cuddle to the river flow.
No more horrid secrets-
a curve forms your mouth
with mirth:
and you are free of secrets
in the wardrobe.
