Seems almost whimsical
How the petal falls from its flower

Dancing to its death

Drawing a path through the winds
Catching each draft like a partner in her dance
Floating so delicately
Enchanting all who look on

The petal joined by its sisters in this dance of death
Caressing that cold air

That terribly cold air

Settled on the barren Earth
Separated during all their foolish play
Never to dance together again

As the Roses died early in June

What a wild woman she is
Hair wind blown from ocean's breeze
Smile painted by the soft hands of a lover
Body moving to the beat of life
She hears the heartbeat of our Earth and she sings,

"I am woman.
I am wild.
I am proud.
Sometimes I'm vile."

As the Earth calls back to her
She answers,*

"I am woman.
I am wild.
I am pure.
I am but a child."

What a wild woman indeed
That sings to the trees and dances in dew covered houseshoes

And remember..

*"I am woman.
I am wild.
Drink plenty of water.
And follow heart's desire."