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Surrounded by worshippers 

Eyes raised in devotion

Your beauty surpassing 

Even the first unfurled flower of the morning


Surrounded by light

Resplendent in your brightness

Radiant in the befitting splendor that is your smile

Your smile


Beauty they say is fleeting 

The first mists of morning melted by the coming of the sun

Yours is this mountain 

Untouched by the passage of time


Fifty years down 

Worshippers will stand at the foot of this mountain 

Eyes raised in devotion

In devotion 



For Joan. Happy Birthday