all natural magic lady

            
she is sunkissed on a warm summer's day    
her smile radiates a purity of soul    
she is all woman...she is Nanette...    
     
a walk in the redwoods...staring in wonder      
at the Goddesses finest handiwork...is to behold her    
loving lady casting beauty from the heart    
soothes my troubled soul and aching mind    
     
even the winds pay attention when she comes a'calling    
a rustle of the leaves announces her presence    
her magic rides the breeze...affecting all that is natural    
   
the flowers on the mountainside so wildly lovely    
excitedly open their petals when she comes to visit    
it is Nanette they whisper...    
     
poppies and all manner of daisies    
giggle when she speaks...her voice a sweet melody    
this is but a touch of her knowing power    
     
the flowers fiercely loyal to her    
keep vigil while the lady is resting    
nothing wicked this way come...while they're on duty    
     
secret watchers of the beloved    
the tree guardians are warned when to beware    
then just like that the message is carried on northern winds    
into her fine-tuned ears    
     
when things are amiss with Mother Nature    
she is the first to know it    
never one to fret...    
she stirs the eternal pools...looks in deep    
finds the heart of the problem and begins to sing    
     
she sends out life-giving energy    
with a natural cure for what ails this realm    
I know this because...the truth of her is found      
in the happiness of her song