Her gown hangs soft,in velvet grace.
She walks quietly thru the forest
Her voice softly singing
The birds all stop and listen
The animals all stop and rest.
Cool breezes ruffle her hair
She smiles as trees whisper
Fragrant flowers wave and dip
She brightens the very air.
Warm summer rain is her bath
Fire keeps her warm in winter
Never does she weep or complain
She's thankful for all she has.
We watch her as she moves about
And wonder at her calm
We hush our talk and stand in awe
With silence that seems to shout
She is a mystery to all who see her
No one knows her name
We long for just a moment
To share her life of beauty
Walk in total innocence,never know shame
She's a figmant of imagination
A dream so many have
A promise of hope for all
Love and trust in one creation.
