She belongs to the tangerine sunsets and iridescent autumn skies;
To the roaring songs of the seas and trickling summer rain
A dainty doll of china porcelain, soaking in the moonbeams
And in the dappled light of foliage green
She is the sparkle and the diamond dazzle;
The serein and the mizzle
She's a Goddess, a wild child, a pixie, a sprite
She believes in magic and loves the chants and hymns Celtic
She's a blazing fire, she's soothing water,
A placid lake and the turbulent ocean too
She likes deep talks and in the woods--- long walks
Bonfire laughter, a hushed voice;
hibernating from the urban noise
She fears, she trembles, she's scared, she's scarred!
She's adventurous, she's gracious, she sacrifices much more.
She survives, she settles, she proves her mettle
She soars! She roars!
It was a dark place in the cocoon she grew,
But she persisted and broke free!
She battled and won!
She got her wings, she's now ready to fly
All she wants now is a soft place to fall;
To rest her head in bluebell meadows
With cloudless cyan skies above her
And a fragrant breeze lulling her to childlike sleep.
©️ Sangeetha Kamath
Pic Courtesy: Pixabay
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