In The Valley Of Hills

In the valley

Surrounded by hills

Stays a woman with all her wills

Her face is dark

Marked with wrinkles

With a piece of cloth

Hanging on her delicate figure

Eyes are blur

Cheeks sagging

Creating art of

A painter’s painting

In a valley

surrounded by hills

stays a woman with all her wills

Caged inside broken walls

Her soul is waiting

when then nature calls

Every morning

She blows the candle

And every night

She burns it on

With none to visit

And none to consist

In the valley

Surrounded by hills

Stays a woman with all her skills

Her smile is yearly

Blossom’s with children

Every beginning

She sows the seeds

And every fall

She rips it off

In the valley

Surrounded by hills

Stays a woman with all her bills

Beauty is nature

And nature becomes hers

When she closes her eyes

Nature loses her sight

She takes her last breath

Leaving her loneliness for others to guess

Thus, in the valley

Surrounded by hills

Stayed a woman with her wills