she walked along the fields everyday

scenting the earth with her goodness

vines of joy sprung out when she came

and lone reeds inched forward, amazed

colours unfurled from the flowers

new buds tugged away from their shoots

with butterflies they made bridges & rainbows

through which she gently made her way

her almond eyes were big and green  

her hair ginger, with it the wind played

her voice like drip drop of icicles

she spread songs of laughter, everywhere  

one day she couldn’t visit the fields

in her wait the clouds and skies turned grey

as they wept the flowers, the buds,

the butterflies, the earth, all began to wail

even today in her kingdom of Goldbury

the earth, the skies, all for her wait

but never ever since that ill-fated day

has la dolce principessa returned their way …