Silky strawberry blonde adorned with a garland of purple-green violets,

Her steps softly echoing, resonating like an ancient melody, a chanted hymn

Like a gentle waterfall caressing the thirsty rocks below,

She is the prayer of the scorched earth on which she walks so gracefully.

She is the last memory of Eden, the paradise now forsaken, desolate

Eve, the forgotten beauty, recalled only in angels' whispers in the wind.