Small, wizened, brown she
Harvesting wheat in the field
All alone in the quiet of the early morn
As sun's rays touched the earth and were born.
Nothing but silence pierced the air -
No birds to be seen or heard anywhere.
Out of the corner of her eye
She saw that creature so foul and sly,
So she ran to find the biggest tree
So she could climb up it to be free.
She ran and the foul creature chased
Until she found the biggest tree's base.
She climbed up it nimbly and quick
Till she reached the very last stick.
Then she stood on tiptoes and bared
Her brown arms, and with eyes stared
Towards the heavens, to Father Sky
As she called out to him, he heard her cry.
Suddenly she grew wings of silk
The color of silver and new warm milk.
She spread her wings and flew high
To the heavens, to her Father Sky,
Whilst far down below the beast
Was seen slinking through the wheat.