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I awoke beneath the roots of a tree
Drowzy and dazed I can hardly see
I wander around, leaves crunching beneath my paws
The smell of fresh water lines saliva along my maw

I start to sprint through the maze of green
The sights of the flashing images, so serene
I hear a boom, a continuous crash
The smell of water stronger, under me I hear a splash

Ive found a waterfall, without hesitation I begin to drink
I then heard a voice that made all fatigue sink
I follow my ears below the falls, there I find a young girl
Her voice so enchanting,skin was fair,hair long that ended in with a curl

She noticed my presence and continues to sing
I walk towards her as if her voice were calling
I rested by the woman of grace
I could see her body, I wished I could see her face

She lifts my head onto her lap as she continues to hum her elegant tune
Just like thattime seemed to vanish, it went from morning to noon
The woman scratches behind my ear, I ask myself, "who is she?"
To this day I search for the face of the woman of mystery