Ora of the Undeserving

She walks into the room, and it brightens
As though someone has lit a lamp or opened the shades
Her smile melts the hard stares and spins the small talk
To thoughts of charity, peace, and all that is lovely
Her eyes gleam as small moons reflecting the sun's golden rays
Radiant skin, milky and glowing
Shimmering hair, silky and flowing
The quiet grace of her presence leaves the audience dumb
What has she ever done to inspire admiration?
Has she achieved great feats?
Discovered vaccine for disease?
Succeeded in business?
Designed a masterpiece?
No,
she simply is
and that
is enough