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