She is as a fortified city,
a gladiator whose inner walls are endowed with peace.
Her harvest is in the wake of coronations,
and in childrens' salutations.
Her beauty is incomparable, impenetrable;
Her demure unbeatable and sure;
A Countess decked with garlands and wreaths
as the people sing her praises.
Her stillness is rewarded by worldly wonder,
a divine nature that scrupulously nurses
An Olympian bloodline adorned with humility
that darns socks, seals gaping soles
and patches worn shirts.
Home-made balms cake calloused hands
and her fortitude ploughs a rich and timeless legacy.
Scalloped knees cry for redemption
as she births ancient wonders of the world;
Yet they simply call her,
(C) Jambiya Kai