A True Beauty Poem by Gert Strydom

There were thrushes too,
chorusing in the new morning,
as part of her voice
while her eyelashes move with clouds

where men might dare to fly
as brothers and lovers
in the skies of her eyes
set in the darkest blue hue

and her body, is a slender country
ready and ripe for exploration
with its mountains, plains, valleys

and a woody hill, all a great melody,
a tapestry, of life and living
and she is extremely exciting.