She Roams In Radiance

She roams in radiance, like the sun

Within cloudless climes of the clear skies

Walking the welkin is this woman

With the blossom in her golden eyes

She turns the sad, dark night into light

Changing sadness into happiness

Her foot kisses the earth, makes it bright

Oh heaven is hers, I must confess

I see shadows she anchored on land

From greenish mountains and swaying trees

Her gentle light like a tender hand

This woman, she roams with so much ease

Her red cheeks a bouquet of roses

With flaxen hair flying in the wind

In sweet, serene posture she poses

As I stare at this beautiful thing