Look up into the heavens,
and see the beautiful lady.
Floating on a white carpet,
for all the world below to see.
Her hair falls like melting gold,
as she shakes her head with joy.
Running in the sky so free, so bold,
to places that's not meant for mortals.
See her laugh and dance with the stars,
as the night comes upon the earth.
She is mother nature, who's arms,
hold us dear from the first day of our birth.
Copyright © sharon prewitt | Year Posted 2008