On wings of gold she rides on high,
Her spirit fills the clear blue sky.
Her gaze shines brightly from above
And warms all those who feel her love.

She guides the troubled, despaired, and lost
And aides those who've been torn and tossed.
Her beauty knows no rival in heaven;
Her glory far surpasses her brethren.

She cares deeply for beast and man,
But flora are her biggest fan.
When her spirit then begins to wane,
She glides down toward the golden plain.

Her hair flows from her holy head
And springs to flame of orange and red.
Her celestial fire expounds her grace,
Inspiring lovers to embrace.

Her work divine complete at last,
She returns home, and as each day past
Beneath God's gaze she does now lay
For tomorrow brings another day.