She poses in sweet serenity
Her form woven, in repose
There upon a living mountain
And perfectly quiet meadow
One untouched by human feet
A goddess takes in morning sun
Wherever she walks is alive
Around her life thrives
Verdant, lush with beauty
Nature reflects perfection
With wisdom that echoes
Vision that goes beyond the ken
She'll be the rescue of humanity
From our fears, and oblivion
For our flesh fails, and we age
But in her spirit, we have hope
But not an equal reflection
