You, with your natural ways
like sunbeams kissing the waves,
when the world is hard to trace
what brings cheer is your kind face.
Like trees, swaying in the breeze
your presence a pleasing ease;
soft, a touch that harbours peace,
light hands holding a fresh lease.
After a night cold and dark,
your smile a sight, saintly spark
lighting a fire that burns bright,
no shadows now give a fright.