She tantalizes age with her eternal beauty.
She shields herself from death with a love for life.
She is the essence of a woman;
an artist, a painter, a writer.
On to her canvas she pours her passion
and shares her visions with the world.
With her pen she tells of a leaf's journey
from withering branch to stream,
where it fashioned its very own ripple,
and floated through the harsh waters
to find a bank to settle upon, as did she.
For she is a wife now, and a mother
dreaming only of what she has;
a loving husband and two sons.
Beclouded she is, in riches.
But underneath lies a soul exceeding the value of money.
Though higher in society
than the sun is in the sky
She walks not with haughtiness; but humbleness
and arms benevolently extended to those less graceful.