blades of olive grass salute her rare grandeur
fledglings move tenderly to offer new buds for scarlet hair
thousand-year willow oaks cultivate a canopy of cover
youthful rosy breast and curvy hips from God’s own palette
cerulean eyes sparkle and dance as she stirs slowly
God takes her slender hand as wings unfurl, still wet
smells rich with wonder, God gazes upon His creation, holy