Her arms reach high up to the Sky
As the Sun smiles on her hair.
The breeze entices her to dance,
Her body strong and bare.
Her sisters join her gleeful sway,
As they stand firm and free.
With endless strength and wisdom, they
Will outlast you and me.
Learn to love your life.
In all it’s struggle and mess,
There is much beauty.
Rolling, golden hills;
Mountains of purple and white;
A blazing sunset.
Hills, cows, a field, a tree;
Beauty’s there for you to see.
How magical our world would be
If we observed more carefully.
