Through the valleys and the hills,
the fields and the trees,
she sours.
With wings of a dove,
she flies effortlessly,
away from the turmoil of
those below.
It is love and compassion
that has lifted her so high,
her beauty,
her grace,
sending her far above this land.
Her slender body,
lifted like an angel,
leaving just a fragrance of her existence.
That smell,
enough to entice the heart of the coldest man.
That smile, enough to melt the hardest expression.
Through the valleys and the hills,
she sours,
on wings of love,
that have lifted her further,
lifted her higher
than even she could beleive.
