She passes through life <br />with grace and ease and lightness <br />like a fine bright silken sari <br />caught by the gentle breeze <br />on an early sunny morning <br /> <br />and life itself seems content in that, <br />and smiles on her <br /> <br />and we who see her, feel ourselves <br />graceful, easy, light of heart, <br /> <br />love her for it, <br />and loving her, <br />love ourselves.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-as-life-itself/
