The statue of Liberty
The wind touched,
Softly and gently
The touch was tender
To blow the dust
Off her feet,
The softness took away all the weariness
And carried her away
To the land of dreams
The fairness of fairies
Cheered her loud
Clamoured her in
The sleep came softly
Settled on her chin
She had walked a long way off
to reach this place
Where her fears had vanished
Where her fright was replaced with smile
Her lips had taken as a token of delight.
I have seen her emerging
As statue of liberty
Freedom for one and freedom for all
To hold the torch of liberty
for the generations to come.
Her feet stuck to the place and melted sand
into stone for her foundation.
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