Whatever you do, cry!
Let the sadness engulf you!
Don't resist the tears!
Don't be afraid of the trembling hands!
Allow the fear to take over!
She is Gone!

You'll never see her again!
You'll never again be transfixed by her beauty!
Never again will she look upon you with those eyes!
For she is gone!

The tree, standing there throughout the centuries,
Only moving to follow the idle sun and water.
Oh tree of all seasons, dost thou never get tired,
Of being the abode of many animations?
Of being the provider, without there being much provisions for thee?
Of the many generations that tread the to their own wishes?
Of being forever in one spot?

Thou tree of such soothing wisdom,
How many have cried to thee, and thou hast given them solace?
How many have wronged thee, and thou hast forgiven?
Thou uncomplaining tree, I admire thine own patience,
That neither tempest nor malice gestures canst shake.
Wilt thou please tell me of thine own secret of perseverance?

Oh tree of many seasons, I admire thine own,
Freedom from prejudices.
Oh generous tree, wilt thou please tell me of thy flowers?
That thou has wrought through a Mighty Power.
Oh how honored I am to have witnessed such majesty.    
Thine grace is as permanent as time itself.
And one day I shall give a true account of thy accomplishments.

Thankful I am for thy verse,
For I, as a traveler, would be lost without it in the universe.

I've not travelled much in this world,
I've seen/ and been part of many worldly states
I've beheld and been in her fair presence
Often without the courage nor words to express what I beheld.

Perchance I beheld her in a Buba, 'n once more
I stood there, lost for words, and thinking
Beautiful, Gorgeous, Elegant, Gracefull, Exquisite...

Yet something more there was beyond the Buba,
Something that transcended the dress,
Something that drew me beyond the dress,
Something radiant, soothing, persevering...

What I saw escapes my explication,
To comprehend the elegance,
For lack of a better word,
Just behold her and you'll understand.

That's a picture of Her on the wall,
Wilt thou please stand and marvel at one
Of God's fairest creations.
Never did a countenance bear such a striking smile.
Can you feel the warmth and compassion it inspires?
Look at how that smile draws thee to behold her.
Look at the calmness in those sparkling brown eyes,
If you look long enough you’re sure to be as lost as Odysseus’s men,
When they heard that enchanting song out at sea.

Pondering at this picture it makes you wonder
How such an expression come to be there?
Is it there for the sake of the camera?
Is it as fleeting as a dandelion in the wind?
Is it as permanent as the morning star?
Or is it as long lasting as space time its self?

Some say that the expression is there because honesty
Is her armor and truth her constant companion. They say
She is a master of her passions and she serves not another’s will,
But I say the expression is there because she worries not
Of the world’s woes, nor does the world worry about her.
Her prayers are received, each wish she has resigned.

On how she came to be this way…