TO PRIDE, DID HE YIELD

In the winds , her fragrance
As she treads, her gentle feet
The flowers, she tramples with grace
The branches still in a trance
Thoughts of her anxious lover with every beat
Youth and love play together viciously
The light through her tresses plays hide and seek
From the woes of the world , her face unfazed
No wonder , the sky does this treasure shield
The visions of her bold ..yet meek
The sun slowly set as HE gazed
His creation, His work, and for a moment to pride,did He yield.