Her pure feminine grace
Under the gentle bluish light
Reflects the sadness on her face
Seen clear as day – in day and night.
And in her innocent bright eyes
Still flickers shadow of a hope –
Eternal hope which never dies
Even as life seems hard to cope.
Light shadow cast from cloudy skies
Denies the remnants of all doubt –
That as she smiles, she also cries
With tears that nourish gentle sprout.
Her gentle feminine grace
Blesses with life creation pure
And sprout of love leaves hopeful trace
That from all ills there is a cure.