Hair in braids hanging down,
The Sun in rays shining all around.
Glimmers and shimmers on skin so fair
That glows upon long dark hair.
Bare feet tread on soil rich and brown
Pattering as they touch the ground.
The softest air in rhythm is growing
And scents of ocean breezes flowing
To a blue haze above the mountains.
This is where my heart is soaring
'Or mounts, oceans, 'n watery fountains.