In the cloak of frailty you were adorned and what you lack
in strength, you gain in speed.
Swifter than the ride of gravity caught through the sun falling
on tiny droplets of rain shinning when it splatters upon earth's impact.
Even the very stars are formed with every stride in flight and the rainbow
behind the lens on panoramic view.
What an epitome of beauty you are, showing forth praise even through the storm
He indeed made all things beautiful in its time.
Sweet Gazella!
