She

A dew drop wakes up every morning
Hands rubbing her eyes
She sets the emotions churning
When her arms go high
Her incense is pure
And fair is her skin
Soft is her touch
And her voice is a hymn
She dresses beautifully
Every colour suits her good
She makes white look colourful
And makes black look cheerful
She is beautiful everyday
But the shades are different
She is red everytime she blushes
But the reds are different
Fertile as a river
She flows through her prime
She sways like a tree
Fruit laden in spring time
She is a mystery worth seeking
And the obvious worth teaching
She is a secret worth keeping
And the truth worth speaking