May 8th, a beautiful day For a radiantly beautiful woman like you To breathe in the sweetly scented Blue Ridge air Where you are Too far from here Your star rises amid the herbs and flowers As you admire the bowers along your way Play at life with intensity Lay aside bitter roots and brambles Stay by your own pure inner voice of asurety Surely, your blooming is a loving thing Bathe in langorous fern goddess ablution Your pangs and pains are past Your vibrant solution Is living