Deep in a green valley
In the heart of a forest.
Surrounded by green trees
With meadows here and there
She stirs in the springtime
A young lady
of exquisite beauty
Clothed in green
With lilies in her hair
and eyes of cornflower blue
She slowly wakes to look around
The lovely lady
Walks in glory
We call her spring.
In summer, her eyes lighten
to a soft sky blue
Her gown turns golden
and her hair flows wild
covered with daises
And she walks in glory
Turning our world warm
In the fall, the lady's gown is russet brown
Her hair is chestnut
and she wears maple leaves in her hair
Her eyes have turned golden
and her skin is deeply tanned
She walks in Glory
And the air grows crisp and cool
In wintertime
Her gown is a soft snow white
Her hair is platinum blond
She wears snowflakes in her hair
Small animals pause at her approach
For she walks in glory
as the world turns cold
We call her Gaea
or Demeter
For she is Mother Nature
and she still rules this world
Throughout the year
She walks in glory
and we watch in wonder
as we behold
what she can do.
Sharon Pribble
