High on the cliffs in Big Bend's vast land, Stands a woman in pink, with hair so grand, Long and brown, like the desert sand, Flowing with grace, as she takes a stand.

Her dress flows like a river, in shades of pink, A sight so breathtaking, it makes you think, Of beauty and grace, and nature's link, A perfect harmony, in every blink.

The wind is her partner, in this dance, As she sways with its rhythm, in a trance, Her hair flies with the wind, in a chance, To show its wildness, and true romance.

The cliffs beneath her, a work of art, A canvas of nature, that touches her heart, She stands in awe, with every part, A moment so pure, it will never depart.

In this land of beauty, she finds her peace, A connection to nature, that will never cease, A bond that's strong, like the wind's release, A love that's eternal, that will never decrease.