Without design of fraud it must have been
a woman there, no signs of stately lace.
Within her moves and pulse an instant scene
a stage was set for such a precious grace.

Just gently passing through that crowded hall
with low and silent looks they all gave way.
Like leaves and branches in the frozen fall
all bend and bow to praise the concept May.

Although to me it seemed a heavy plough
to push and roll yes steer a chair on wheels
all through this rich and fruitful human flow;
the souls might be as free and daring seals.

I hope she always hear those inner calls
along her way through these gigantic Malls.