Beauty often
Is the word
Comes to mind
No vision blurred
They move with grace
With Silent power
Feminine character
Controls all hours
Time is part
Of whom they are
The past, present
Their strong tower
Potential of life
Always present
The womb their gift
A loving presence
In union,
With creation
They bestow
Mankind as infants
World will grow
Weaker is
The one who pines
To take control
A selfish wine
To steal the beauty
A pitiful thief
Envy and bitterness
He fights to keep
Creation cannot be taken
He learns to slow
Turns to death
Sadly mistaken
To harness the supremacy
Is not the key
To be the servant
Will set him free
Not destruction
Not for self
Will accomplishments
Prevail
In giving as a willing slave
Beauty is captured
And is tamed
To look upon with awe
A right
No longer shame
The Metamorphosis of Life 