Nature had put on her robe of soft pastels and luscious green.
She twirled it around,
Letting it dance in the wind.
As the sun waned down,
Her moves got mellow
Like the hazy eyes
Of a child near slumber.
With a slight shiver,
Blankets of white began to cover her bare features.
She was a picture of unfettered beauty
That was both silent and alive.
Stripped from her dormant figure, her robe laid on the floor,
Awaiting her next dance.