Her

 

Her seeds were planted not so long ago,

Her stem grows strong still as she continues to grow,

Like a bud in the moonlight waiting for the sun to rise,

She waits to bloom and open her eyes,

Strong on the outside, but delicate within,

She radiates beauty as her buds begin to open.

Her heart of gold goes forth with the dawn,

As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,

Afar over life’s turrets and vales does she roam,

In the wake of those echoes her heart calls home.

Her heart it has always dreamed of the stars,

While it rises and soars way beyond the sheltering bars.

She can move the world by just saying what she believes in

She teaches not through a book, but through her pain,

She makes me smile through the childishness of her soul,

I’m watching her beauty evolve into a whole,

She desires people to understand her for her identity,

A hard exterior but a soft heart is all she’ll ever be..!!