In the fields of blooming flowers,
She stands, a vision so grand.
Her beauty, unmatched, it towers,
A sight that\'s hard to understand.
The surreal birds behind her,
They fly in patterns, oh so rare,
Bringing magic to the forefront,
And making reality seem bare.
Her eyes, they capture the essence,
Of the world that surrounds,
Bringing forth a sense of presence,
That\'s hard for anyone to bound.
In this moment, in this place,
The beauty is hard to contain,
It\'s a world of wonder and grace,
That leaves an imprint in the brain.