Daily she wears her head on her shoulders
I could see on them the hem of stitches and seals
Daily foot by foot,
wheel by wheel

Her will tows to plough for celestial wishes
Daily her hands in the dirt and dark
Sprouting fine sprouts from the soil
And finest light in depths and height of helms

In Union with the stars, moon, and sun
One no lamp, torch or bulb can compare
In the scents of the seas
With the standards of loftiest spaces

Coursing water to be kind with its bill
Cheering soft and fluffy fire on its hill
Chorusing soil to its health and will
Charming the sky to the grandeur of its young and till

Her toes are installed in gems
Her fingers are flowers of planets
She is the very plan of the Omniverse
Wearing their wonders of numbers and chemicals on her strands

She lives in castles of frames of solid butter
Where the halls of wealth and calls of life dwell
Her love is the intentions of imaginations and feelings
Her lay and rise are adorned with vibrations and frequencies