• A whisper on the wind,
    Saying softly, 'You are loved',
    Can anyone hear her?
    From the sky far above.

    Delicate in her strength,
    She moves the seasons,
    Leaving us all breathless,
    In the Beauty she brings.

    Her tears are the rain,
    Her Body is the Earth,
    Her spirit is the wind,
    And her Soul is within us all.

    Within the lives of others,
    She experiences their joy,
    And gives happiness, freely,
    Until they return to her again.

    She envelopes in her embrace
    All of her creations and life
    She loves them all, Uncaring of race,
    Though all fall to Death's scythe.