She reclined by the rippling sound of cottonwood river mulling over the twilight. It was then when she transformed her dark silent thoughts into effulgent symphony.

Wanderlust consciousness in denim shorts and hair tangled in baby’s breath wanders deeper in the dense forest for eternal flowering.

She found her soul in the midst of wild trees. She is wise, concealed within the temples of her wilderness.

She keeps the ability to see beauty, she understands there are no flowers without the rains.

Forever she walks by faith under blue skies, sipping waterfalls.

She is growing, overcoming her weaknesses and shortcomings. As she sunbathes between the trails of wheatgrass she wonders, how could she shine brightest just like the rays of the Sunlight.

She is running beautifully through the field of wildflowers.