Golden tears

In the mountain's heart, a woman fair, Her hair a red flame in the air. Naked she bathed, with magic in her sway, A flock of birds at her side would stay. The villagers came, in awe they stood, To see her beauty, to feel her good. But the Lady of the Mountains was not for show, Her magic real, but not for show. One day the people came, seeking aid, Their land in drought, their crops did fade. The Lady heard their plea, and used her power, To bring the rain, a life-giving shower. Grateful they were, they begged her to stay, But the Lady of the Mountains would have her way. Wild and free, she roamed the land, A symbol of untamed spirit, so grand.