Had I for a moment imagined myself as Lord Byron and spoken those words that may come from his hardened heart I'd have said it was nature as clever in her fears as in her endeavors that softened her features like water upon the hardest of rock
For her heart would seem that of a lion and her courage as great as a bear yet all of this fashioned in woman a sister of earth with as fair a voice as you hear in these valleys where the struggle for high ground endures for a view that brings peace to the heart where true love can outwear the folklore
