At the cultural festival, a lady boy gave a moving speech about identity and acceptance.

A cluster of lady's hair swayed in the breeze along the meadow path.

The botanist carefully documented the spread of lady's bedstraw along the roadside hedgerow.

At dusk, Lady Liberty stood on the cliff, her torch raised like a solemn promise of freedom to every ship approaching the harbor.

At low tide she discovered a delicate lady's comb nestled among the seaweed and held it up to the light.

At the village festival, the May-lady led the procession wearing a crown of wildflowers.

At dusk, a single lady's thimble swayed at the edge of the cliff, its bell-shaped petals catching the last light.

Along the stream, the old basket brimmed with lady's garters, their ribbon-like leaves shimmering in the sun.

Along the windswept cliffs, a dense tuft of lady's cushion clung stubbornly to the stone.

The lady's laces climbed the trellis, their delicate tendrils searching for new holds.