Quiet girl Fire girl She works like a machine behind the scenes She makes big moves quietly She’s small But she’s all muscle underneath The master of many trades Tight lipped about her accomplishments She wants you to underestimate her Because she loves the look on their faces When they realize She’s a lion Who looks like a kitten
I will sing like a songbird on a warm breezy day, And remember the songs When the warm breezes stray, As our God of mercy When souls darken and hide, Sun, songbirds and breezes He will always provide.
Mayfly all snowy white wings delicate fragile things that dance and skim the summer air hardly there a second of modernity to experience eternity what if a penultimate day in May to play and love & live was all you had to give?