She passes through life
with grace and ease and lightness
like a fine bright silken sari
caught by the gentle breeze
on an early sunny morning
and life itself seems content in that,
and smiles on her
and we who see her, feel ourselves
graceful, easy, light of heart,
love her for it,
and loving her,
love ourselves.
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-as-life-itself/
