She's soft and gentle as a summer breeze,
Velvet skin a tawny hue.
Her silken hair is lustrous, long.
Her eyes are navy blue.
She smells of wild spring flowers,
No matter what the season.
Her touch is warm and has the power,
To make a man lose reason.
She makes her home where eagles nest,
In lofty mountain peaks;
And sometimes in the meadows,
Or by lazy little creeks.
You can hear her laughter,
In the rain drops as they fall,
And in the cool of evening mist,
You can sometimes hear her call,
"Come walk with me in moonlight.
Stroll by my side my child.
I'll show you sights you've longed to see.
Stay with me awhile."
"I can be friend or foe to you.
Fight me and you'll see;
But walk with me, be one with me,
And become as old as me."
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2016