Precious Flower

Daughter of this world
Her reflection upon the water.
Grandmother within the girl
Our precious flower.
Kuchumaa mountain
Bounces the moon upon his knee.
Rocking us gently
With the swaying oak trees.
Precious flowers
She wears in her hair.
The deer follow as she begins
Puddling rain water everywhere.
Some call her springtime
Some feel her summer breeze.
Taken by her beauty
They fall upon their knees.
Forever and ever will you be mine
Fists full of rain and buckets of sunshine.