“2”
Sarah,
with hair like turned daylight splendid,
Concealed
her regal ancestry from town sight.
No crown
decorated, no silks did she wear,
Straightforward
garments and a heart to share.
An
acquired jackass, her respectable horse,
Conveyed
her soul where wildflowers feed.
A ginger
feline, a devilish companion,
It would
wind between legs in a fuzzy pattern.
The ducks
in the lake, with alarmed screeches,
Pursued
by her giggling, perky insults.
A
delicate canine, ever close by,
Found
companionship blossoming, a steadfast aide.
Juni ,
the rancher's better half, with endured face,
Saw a
close companion, a delicate effortlessness.
Eyes that
held miracle, a grin so splendid,
Warmed
the farmhouse with its delicate light.
The kids
assembled, an inquisitive group,
Murmuring
stories of who Sarah could be, valid?
Is it
true or not that she was a holy messenger, with chuckling so free?
Or on the
other hand a lost wood sprite, from a secret tree?
Sarah
joined their games, with endless happiness,
Climbing
trees, building fortifications by the honey bee-filled lea.
She
learned of the reap, the calloused hand,
The basic
euphoria in tending the land.
Around
evening time, with fireflies shimmering like stars,
Juni
recounted stories underneath the moon's delicate bars.
Of
adoration and misfortune, of dreams held dear,
Murmurs
of enchantment filled the environment.
Sarah,
thus, discussed a far-off land,
With
transcending towers and a lord's order.
However,
her voice held a yearning for something else,
For the
glow of home, and love at the center.
At some
point, a rider, with insight into the court,
Looked
for a princess, lost in a far-off port.
The
youngsters wheezed, a reality presently uncovered,
Their
dear Sarah, a princess covered.
Tears
welled in Juni's eyes, a clashing sting,
To lose a
little girl, yet watch a princess take wing.
Sarah
held her nearby, a bond major areas of strength for so,
Love
rises above titles, where hearts should be.
The
jackass stood prepared, its excursion within reach,
In any
case, Sarah glanced back at the inviting area.
A
decision to be made, a way muddled,
A
princess' obligation, a daily existence held so dear.
With
crushing sadness, she jumped on the monster,
A last
hug, a murmured feast
Of
recollections shared, under a sun-kissed sky,
Where a princess tracked down adoration,
however, she needed to bid farewell.
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