We waited very patiently
For her to notice us, we three.
We heard the *click* of portrait snapped
All nature cheered and thunder clapped.
The storm, you see, is out there still
Just waiting for romance, we feel.
‘Tis love of water, views of trees
That bring our artist to her knees.
We led her here, to see us stand
To hear our prayer and bless the land.