Ode To The Warmest Soul

Out of the ocean blue,

Out of nature grew

A soul so brand new.

And who could ever doubt his care?

A soul with pieces so rare.

His tender hands,

His one glance,

Springs joy like the greenest valley

Beneath the mountain top.

A soul full of love;

Whiter than the snow-coloured dove,

Giving comfort like trees for the weary

And shining like stars for the pilgrims.

A cherishable and a treasured soul as his,

In a daily quest for golden peace,

Serving as an endless wish

For every child's mother.