The artist blooms, the flowers follow suit
A sprawling procession, forest immense
Trees whose greater grand sons now take their root
Flora neatly trimmed, so fine and so dense
Elegant lady, slips through the soft air
Observes her loves, the park, pillars, people
In black, the sun, kissing her dark ink hair
Like Rapunzel come down from her steeple
She sets on whitest bench, enjoying all
Respite from life, a quiet joy abounds
Persephone, she watches blue leaves fall
She stands, time breaks, she continues her rounds
How can i bid her eyes train on me, too?
For now, these some such words will have to do