She is a lady

Nature is a lady

I think the more a man loves nature the more he loves a lady

for they are so much alike

beautiful and mysterious

an easy breeze at the perfect moment

a bolt of lightning from nowhere

I love her soft voice

her beautiful eyes

I love her independent ways

her feet I love for they are always moving and going somewhere

I love her beautiful hands for they are just one of the many beautiful ways she communicates

she is a butterfly

a flower

so wild

so untamed

like a wild mustang running across a sunset desert

never to be roped or corralled

unless she suddenly whorls around and gives you that very special

come on cowboy look

I swear I love them both to the milky way and back

for they are of the same beautiful stardust