‘Has thy lamb come home, or is it still nigh?'
In the valley among lilies pristine,
In the azure skies when the yellow moon,
Chases the shadows away to gloom,
Twinkling fireflies light the valley,
Casting a spell on every ewe and me!
Together we climb, the highest peaks
Racing to the top, to beat the sun-
Painting each rock, blade, bud- hue golden!
'Surreal isn't it when night's all silver?'
Behold the Lion, the Goddess astride!
Is it She that brings to Earth its beauty?
'Behold these mammoth trees, mountains sublime!
Every Bloom and fly, She powers subtly!'