The night is dancing with the moon.
There in the yard is a woman in solitude.
All crystal dews and morning bells come soon.
Over the years of ups and downs are magnitude.
She is the epitome of a free-spirited.
Her wills, her angsts, her ideals are deep.
On her face is a power-driven although not wed.
Her only treasure is her greatest, pure deed.
All her courage she carries it with pride.
The past cannot harm her, she is superwoman.
Against the world’s disaster or any other tide,
She walks in true apparition of being human.
Whether she is now aging, yet, gracefully.
Her flawless heart is all the more beautiful.
She has every hour and every day in glee.
Her mind is not empty but happily charged in full.