She
She walks the earth like a royal queen,Who turns the barren to lush green.
Emphasizing her presence she makes a stride,
Head held high, filled with pride.
Fresh is her face like the early drop of dew,
But not everybody around her is amused,
'Cause there are a few jealous eyes to stare
However she also has many lovers to spare.
They say she's the happiest and proudest of all
And never ever will there be her downfall.
But there's some dark mystery that lies
Behind those black beautiful eyes.
'Cause her eyes are filled with tears at night;
Wonder what misfortune strikes her might?
Every day the world gapes at her in awe;
But at night what fear grips her in its claws?
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