She’s the rapid winds of the storm,
The earth-rattling roar of the thunder,
When you see her coming, sound the alarms,
Pray to your savior; find the nearest shelter,
I’ll tell you now she’s a powerful force of nature.
She’s the peace on a clear summer night down by the riverside,
You cannot claim her; she can’t be tamed,
The saccharine aroma of grandma’s warm sweet potato pie,
The last in the chamber to the brain
She’s the cool draft in the heat, she’ll go last just make sure you eat
The wild bird you try to cage
I’ll tell you now don’t be fooled; she’s the nightmare when you sleep,
The gospel in the church on hell’s flames
But the daydream under the shade of a Magnolia tree,
She’s the gravity of Earth,
The mother to the land,
A woman with a goddess’ worth
The wrath of Gods hand,
A woman of refined taste,
She’ll wrap her fingers lovingly in your locs,
Then pull to show you your place.
I’ll tell you now this woman is a paradox to my sanity,
I pray she’ll never change.