She had a magic and it showed, she was the river goddess, light dancer with candy lips, when she spoke they would drip sugar, or so it seemed, she was never mean, always green, always golden, with eyes so bright, glowing in the dark of night.
Starlight danced with her, it took her hand, with the power of stars her gaze was kept, their dust was shed when she slept, it flew off her eyes and collect on the clover laden ground, they grew when she was laying down.
I am for you, I am found, I am growing up from ground, in the day in the light, the sun’s pure love springs forth delight. How the sky loves you, I try to show, I am from ground, and I grow.
Herder of Swine 