She Sits

She is sitting

Sitting in simplicity

Sitting in silence

Moving gently when the air pushes her

Bathing in the glow of the life-giving sun

She is silk to touch, satin to feel

Divine in all her perfection is she

The grass and weeds that surround her

Bend and stand in the breeze

As if bowing, paying homage to her beauty

Trees bend over her, protecting her

From the elements that could harm

But letting the sun beams filter through

Her face is forever raised to the sky

The very ground is her altar of worship

Many pass by her without a second glance

No passing word of greeting or phrase

No one caresses her nor bends

To catch the scent of her

And still she sits

In simplicity

In silence

In beauty

She sits