The Nature of a Queen

With grace that flows like rivers wide,
She walks, the earth her gentle guide.
In every step, the flowers bloom,
A queen who brightens every room.

Her crown is not of gold or jewel,
But woven from the morning’s cool.
The sunbeams dance upon her brow,
A queen of nature, here and now.

Her robes are stitched from leaves of green,
Adorned with whispers, soft, serene.
The winds do bow, the trees do sway,
As she commands both night and day.

Her voice, a song, the birds do hear,
It echoes far, both far and near.
The mountains stand with heads held high,
In honour of her watchful eye.

With every breath, she feeds the land,
Her touch, a soft and guiding hand.
A queen who rules with heart so pure,
In her embrace, we find our cure.

For she is nature’s sovereign grace,
Her spirit found in every place.
A queen whose reign will never end,
In her, all life and love transcend.