The snake weaves through the grass
Making a pattern as it goes along.
As it comes apon her she smiles.
She has nothing to fear.
She pick the long, green beast up.
And she looks at it.
She may be weak but she is brave.
She is couragious and kind.
She is special and unique.
She is loved by all creatures of god.
She carefuly places the serphant down.
And as sudden as it has arrived it slithers away.
She comes apon a big , black bear.
She brushes his fur out of his big,brown eyes.
He touches her face ever so gentle.
Then he strolls away.
She is kind to animals.
She loves nature.
She is the child..
She is the child of the earth....
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