The flowers she picks
give their lives with pleasure
Every wind caressing her
becomes a breeze
Ships at sea wave their hands to her
The forest offers her all things green
Clouds roll away
as she walks through sunshine
It never rains in the sky
Mighty warriors bow down to her
She never wonders why
But she's not made of stone
Even stone can be broken
The reason she is as she does
is because all her thoughts
have been spoken
She never understood
her reasons for giving
And taking is the hardest thing
for her to do
People try to tell her
how she gives to much pleasure
Explanations never get through
And many there will be
who will try to possess her
Knowing that to succeed
would do no good
For the way she moves her life
can't be imagined
Nor the pattern of her moves
be understood
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