Udacha - To Luck

Like the gentle oak she stands strong and slender, straight and sleek she will not bend nor break nor is she meek Magnificent , mysterious ,wild and free because her fruit falls close , her offspring stands pretty as she Softly glowing eyes ablaze in a fire of blue, Piercing ,teasing ,hypnotic and alluring A haunting beauty ,She stands tall in starry fields of lonely winter nights While The pale moon sets against a velvet carpet of purple and white Brown hair setting aflame the golden dawn of the oak after the long night She calls and I listen , all I need is a little luck and I will find Lost amidst all the Russian passion and beauty ,a diamond among the rough For any man to find such a friend is more than enough