Modern Eden

I saw her Gliding up the rock From her shining dark abode Her skin array of hues Smoothly shinning under the sun shower Illumining the rockview with her Resplendent majesty and beauty Soft yet strong Coursing up in a slide Holding on in style She reached and coiled up on her throne The peak of the mountain height Wherein she played the royal guard Doubling as a queen No crown adorned her head But it was regal With her fork-tongue playing tantrums Added up to her queenly regalia So crystal, yet far but near I saw her In the wild and thick forest Of mind and thought.