In the first day of the month of rainShe blushed forth from the earthBeneath the verdant canopiesOf her sylvan homestead
Every dawn, she smiled at the sunBeaming at her idol’s daily passagePosing in perfect stillnessUntil her face fell with the day
As the night’s veil unfoldedHer eyes skywards turned to hearThe beckoning voices of the singing starsAnd the sighs of the downcast moon
For many cycles she thus stoodA green youth at first, reserved and demureAlways precocious, ever apprehensiveTo find her footing beneath a towering sky
Finally she made her wardrobeAnd adorned a fair dress of aubergineHer soft feet ensconced in earthy shoesWith wild hair bearing a light perfume
She thought herself too muchAnd denied the multitude of pestsOr the buzzing overtures of many suitorsTo stay alone within a blooming world
At last he stumbled and found herGently plucking her roots from the soilSoftly placing her in a glass vaseAs a gift for his assignation
When the two lovers had leftShe alone remained at the windowsillTo contemplate her new milieuAnd smile at the sun again