She who walks with her head held high,
Bright red balloons in a sky blue sky,
Crimson dress slit up to her thigh,
Fountain of youth flowing nearby.
She is Leo and she has pride,
The deep red rose that grows outside.
The bright shining star, fortune’s key,
She who is the Divine Feminine Mystery.
The eternal mother, the infinite lover,
The grace of the hummingbirds hover.
Sometimes a kitten, sometimes a cat,
A little bit of this, and certainly all that.
Moon in her hand and sunshine above,
She is the woman who knows she is well loved.
