[Inspired by the song "Butterfly Culture" by Benjamin Francis Leftwich]
Rosy scents of blossom and peaches drift while the magic in the wind dances upon golden cliffs,
Floating voice of sugared honey as she laughs at something not really funny,
Gentle hands brushing over golden grasses enjoying the warm sun beating down as she passes,
Fall on to the ground where musical notes and tunes will pour down,
Cotton clouds fly out from rainbows just as she wiggles her unshod toes,
Extracting natures best zest, and holding her so that dress can be undressed.
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