She stands in the midst of the meadow's greenery,
Her chestnut hair dancing to the wind's touch
And her skin glistening in the sun's warmth,
Reveling in the beauty around her,
Ecstatic in the delights of her surroundings,
Never once realizing that as I view the scene
All of it wanes and pales in comparison to her.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Chronos, in the year 327 AF.