(A lyrical poem)
The air is sweet with nectar's kiss,
A gentle breeze, a sunlit bliss.
On Mount Olympus, high above,
Dwells Hebe, goddess of youth and love.
With eyes that sparkle, bright and clear,
She pours the ambrosia, banishing fear.
Her laughter rings, a joyful sound,
As gods and goddesses gather 'round.
She tends the feast, a graceful hand,
With blooms of beauty, richly planned.
Her touch brings joy, a radiant light,
Dispelling darkness, making all things bright.
From Zeus, her father, she inherits grace,
A heart of kindness, a gentle face.
Her spirit dances, free and bold,
A story whispered, yet untold.
She walks among the stars, a guiding light,
Her presence lingers, day and night.
In every bloom, a gentle grace,
Hebe's spirit fills the empty space.
So raise a glass, to Hebe fair,
Whose youth and beauty, beyond compare,
Reminds us all, that life is sweet,
With love and laughter, we can't be beat.