Under a tree with pen and paper
Thoughts immersed in writing prose
World around her turns to silken vapor
A masterful performance will she compose

Words are her instruments
Ink is her conductor's baton
Graceful art from her fingers
Spill onto the ****** paper

Her mind charges in the tranquility of her surroundings
The peace of the locale soothes her imagination
Focus and clarity like a mountain stream
Refreshment like a volcanic spring

Come and see what she has writ
Queen of poems beauty she emits
Lift her onto your shoulders high
Sing her anthems and crack the sky