A woman of substance

A woman of substance she is
She like a butterfly with her golden wings
That tends the gardens of the earth
Making sure the smiles go round

A treasure for all the season
For the past
The future inclusive
Without her
The cosmos would be barren

Her beauty enchanting
Towering above the mountains
The world survives on her juice
Mother of the earth
Queen of the generations
Springs of inspirations
How darling is the mum

Comforter of her offsprings
Inventor of the future
The pillars of tne nation
No one harns this butterfly
Swings like an angel
All men take a bow
A woman of substance