She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
......
Who can say why the lady moon dances daintily,
Across the grey gauze of darkness soon to be gone
Or why her chosen consort in the waltz
The sun king of the sky
Tips his hat and beckons his rays to come along.
Pray who can tell me
Why tiny winds tickle old trees who shake in merriment and mirth
When the little breezes blow through
Why the trickling brooks flash green and sliver
......
She carries life, a quiet bloom
The earth beneath her feels her grace
Within her heart, the sun finds room
A sacred hymn in time and space
Her steps, a rhythm, soft and kind
Through barren fields and shadows deep
The seeds of hope she leaves behind
She sows the dreams the world shall reap
......
Who can say why the lady moon dances daintily,
Across the grey gauze of darkness soon to be gone
Or why her chosen consort in the waltz
The sun king of the sky
Tips his hat and beckons his rays to come along.
Pray who can tell me
Why tiny winds tickle old trees who shake in merriment and mirth
When the little breezes blow through
Why the trickling brooks flash green and sliver
......