the woman in the meadow

The woman stands naked in the meadow. It is Autumn. The wind carries the scent of past glories. The land itself seems to be fading and the universe blinking out. It is a pensive time, a time of gratitude. It is a time to reflect on labors well done. It is right and proper that the woman stands here. A woman may not be complete in herself but nothing can be complete without her.

The woman stands naked in the meadow. It is Winter. The wind tears at the universe itself. The snow buries the land in a desolation. It is a time of despair. It is a time to cry for that which was. It is right and proper that the woman stands here. At such a time only a woman can give hope to the world.

The woman stands naked in the meadow. It is Spring. The wind carries the rain to fertilize the meadow and the world. The mud holds the seeds of a new blossoming. It is right and proper that the woman stands here. At such a time there can be no growth without woman.

The woman stands naked in the meadow. It is Summer. The carries the fragrance of the county of the world. This is the time of glory. It is right and proper that the woman stands here. A woman may not be glory in herself but without her there is no glory.

The woman stands naked in the meadow. It was in this place the first woman turned to the first man and said: "i am Eve. I was was created for your comfort. I was created for your joy. I was created for your hope. I was created to grace your world. It is your duty to command me. It is my right to obey you. Do not shrink from your duty. I claim my right."

The woman stands naked in the meadow.