When Beauty shines Her face upon the land,
A masterpiece is tailored by Her hand;
And as She makes Her way across the field,
The secrets of Creation are revealed.
She disappears, then reappears anew,
Presenting newer wonders to pursue;
In time, when older threads begin to fade,
She dawns again, and things are newly-made.
She guides the wounded poet to Her course,
To heal the hidden scars of his remorse;
And in this way She leads the passerby,
Upward to Her kingdom in the sky.