She Laughs With Her Head Thrown Back!

She resides high in laughter
And light

When I touch her
She bursts forth

An eruption from a great mount that pierces heaven

The song of her joy
A winged lilt upon the wind

Her effluence is fertility;
A warm covering
Making rich my root

That I may spring up
And join her in the noon day

When evening comes
Her worship falls in tears
Nourishing my thirst

I honor her with sweet fruit at harvest

Yes she is young
Yes she is beautiful