She sits in quiet sunlight
Valleys rush by her side,
On top of a green hill
Flowers as her guide.
Alone is her love,
only sun to keep her warm
no worries of others
letting her go.
Flowers dance for her
between blades of grass,
Wind movies its petals
as well as her dress.
Her home on the hill
where no fears reside
simple things don’t bother here
simple things like time.
Why worry about the past
when her present is clear?
No one can penetrate her happiness
when she is here.