On the Soul

On one fine warm day,

The sun shinned so high,

The animals played,

The birds, they flied.

Then suddenly the rain,

It’s water a stain,

On the soul of the earth,

Wet and cold girth.

She had On her coat,

Of top red and yellow.

My umbrella I carried,

My mood it was mellow.

The storm finally broke,

On the soul of the world,

As she smiled and spoke,

My eyes they unfurled.

She captured my heart,

She took all my breath,

On the soul of a man,

Her powers they kept.

Without moment more,

I knew she was it.

On the soul of a women,

On me she befit.