Clothed With the Sun and Moon
She whistles in the wind playing a harp on the shore.
Her destination is not known she restores with a grin.
Restraints she deplores when making a new friend.
She shelters lambs and walks with lions that roar.
She is from a long time before.
She has a message to send.
She begins at the very end.
She is not one to ignore.
Stars follow here everywhere she goes.
Mountains shrink when they hear her voice.
Grains of sands make way just to feel her toes.
Angels sing and praise her by their own choice.
She is clothed with the Sun and Moon up under her feet.
Dressed with gold and diamonds even the Earth can’t compete.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
