She sits upon a wooden throne
neath giant trees of cedar
Fairies, gnomes 'n pixies
from afar come to greet her
Laying gifts-a-many
at her feet
She rises gently
from her seat
Standing regal
with charm 'n grace
A golden halo rings
her pretty face
With voice more gentle
than summer's breath
She shares the mysteries
of life and death
She speaks of wonders
great 'n small
And of God's Love
for one and all
ROTMS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ray, Very nice and visual. S