With light feet grazing the velvet earth
The morning sky spotted with wispy clouds
Youíll inhale deep of the rich earth scents
When youíre bowing down to her crown
Standing tall upon a podium of grandeur
Power wafting from her in palpable waves
She exudes an ethereal standard of beauty
Asking what exactly it is you really do crave
Is it true love or true beauty you seek?
Are you power hungry or self serving?
Such grace, a goddess in her own right
Do you really think youíre that deserving?