Inner Beauty

Her feet glided over smooth pebbles
That scattered the floor.
The wind danced between her fingers
And she slowly swayed.

Her soft grace protected her soul
Like strong metal armor.
And she glowed of sweet aroma,
Laughing with children at play.

Men bowed in admiration
To the spotless soul that strolled their way.
And young girls, wide-eyed,
As the young lady drifted by.