Lalla Wanders the Hills Naked
Lalla rose with the sun,
the birds bathing her
in their song’s glory.
She was free of cloth,
not worrying
about the senseless weights of civility.
Lalla wandered open hills,
green and colourful with life–
flowers sent by angels,
fruits borne of the Earth,
shade brought by skies.
Her flesh bathed freely in the Sun’s brilliance,
her hair unbound,
her breasts free.
She swam in rivers of warmed ice,
spoke with nature’s first children,
and composed healing in place of religion.
Listen! This is what Lalla would say
Written in her own Vakh
Listen to the songs she gifted you–
Be the people she wanted you to be
–you are nature’s second children.