An owl hooted sending shivers down her spine
The ground seemed to jump in unison with her
The breeze slowly wafted across her peachy face
As she strolled, very slowly, thoughtfully as it were.

Her mind was a jumbled mess, no sense of calm
Thoughts shooting in all directions, it was bad.
If only she had listened to her mother in the first place
She sighed, counting her blessings, and she was glad.

Glad because many things had happened in her life
Things that would make the average hair curl
But she stepped forward, with best foot with hope
Even though her complicated mind was still in a whirl.

Mothers are always rights, she knew this, it is true
Through dark, into light, from thick onto thin.
Her heart was now pounding, her pulse racing
and she felt the butterflies disturbed from within.

This lonely path on which she walked, lined with leaves
crisp, brittle and colourful, rather like her mind
Her steps, fairy steps barely made each leaf move
Her thoughts varied, and there were leaves of every kind.

A bird whistled down to her advising her where to tread
The mist, damp and lingering led her way across the trail
Her breath hot and steamy warmed the cockles of her heart
and her hair dangled on her face like a rich ****** veil.

She made her way out of the trail, confident now and happy
Looking forward to the highlight of her day.
She stepped forward with a song from  her soul
and the lonely path on which she walked was now far away.