She

The heroine is the human race
You can see the features of her face
They are the story that we trace
Not telling destination but course and pace
Recording much more than time and space

Look at her run the course
Like a galactic horse
Like a marauding Norse
Like a spring source
Like the absence of force

Her grace flows like rivers
Her kindness comes from quivers
Her brush brings shivers
Who shall eat her liver
Who shall take from the eternal giver

There will never be without her
Though many will rout her
And at the very least flout her
Still even if she doubt her
Someone will know about her