
THE UNRECOGNIZABLE GIRL
Who is the girl all dressed in white
and walking down the hillside?
As soon as this girl appeared
the grass grew tender as flowers
and spread its beauty
and swayed its tips, in love,
pleading not to be forgotten,
begging to be stepped upon.
Her lips are as pretty and as red
as the flowers of the rosary
and when dawn turns to daybreak
it sends fresh raindrops to her
and her glorious yellow hair
shines against her breast
and her eyes laugh, reflecting
the light blue of the sky.
Who is the girl who’s dressed in white
and walks down the hillside?