Okay, where doth one start my dear sweet Jaylee, first -- the surprise 💥to the tune of a nightingale's song my sweet -- even now she calls her lament with a wilderness heart💚 -- I hear you -- and hope Bella Maize establishes her wilderness heart with like-minded warblers and bush turkeys my sweet 🐦‍⬛-- She is just glorious and keeping you on your bare toes to boot🦵🐕🦶 -- a promising sign one might...or might not, concur my sweet -- and what can be said of Grandad's cries from fair forest glen my dear sweet -- superb poetics and now obviously handed down to his granddaughter from chambered heart to spread the joy of the glen to all and sundry -- well done my sweet -- the nightingale just shut up my sweet ...just saying -- anyways, Bella, of whom I'm immensely proud my sweet for she belongs to the underground as much as Persephone herself my sweet 🌾🕳️💤

¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯Another beautifully articulated and well-orchestrated piece my sweet Jaylee 🖤