|A Thing of Nature|
|Summary:||IC Poem, given by Rutger Nayland to Rosanna Groves|
|Date:||10/05/2012 (OOC Date)|
|Related Logs:||Rosie's Nameday!|
|Inside the plain box, wrapped in deep purple ribbon, Rosanna would find a rolled up piece of parchment, that when unrolled would show Calligraphy-painstakingly done with a Grand tree Drawn at the top, And bits of nature worked into the words and border without overwhelming the script kept on page.|
|May 10 289 A.L.|
Your hair like firelight
Dances with a shift of breeze
Hiding your eyes
Which shine and haunt,Clear as crystal and more precious than stone
The seed of a great tree which
Roots itself into my soul, bearing sweet fruit.
When you dance
It is akin to leaves caught in the air, during autumns twilight.
Graceful and enchanting. Gifted by the seven
And your words, like water, life giving.
Oh to drink from that font.
You are a thing of nature
Stunning to behold, and that would make a man pursue till his heart burst
Whom I would pursue