She comes in
like a heavy fog
over green,
green hills,
slow and steady
as the sun rises
in the east,
breaking into
blues and oranges.
She walks like
A cheetah,
Each step placed
With purpose,
Graceful and poised
But ready at a
Moment’s notice
To speed off
And save the day.
Her voice is
Like water,
Calm and cool,
Soothing all hurts
And easing
all sorrows,
But ready to rage
And rush like a
Waterfall.
In her eyes she
Holds the universe,
Eyes sparkling with
The stars
Like diamonds
And with the
Knowledge of all
Those who came
Before her.
-K
