With eyes of green and hair of midnight hue,
She wears a crown of blossoms, fresh and new.
A halo woven from the sun's bright gleam,
With peonies of pink and hydrangeas' dream.
On shores of sand, a figure stands,
A whisper caught in gentle lands.
In flowing red, a vivid flame,
A barefoot girl without a name.The tranquil water, still and deep,
Where azure