the flowers blossom in thier vegetations

the stars rejoice in their constellations

the oceans echoe the wonders of nature

the pure stream rumble in innocence

in deep thought i sat musing and hopeless

a loving, gentle voice said to me

o thou hopeless man

dont you what,

i said what?

that a gem is born

a virgin is given

a citadel of love

a paragon of wisdom

and

an epitome of beauty

is being celebrated

she is,