She sits
looks up
at the stars,
eyes a-light
with turquoise fire
Her dreams weave
a tapestry of colors
and dancing stars
She might not know it,
but her heart is pure
like the arc of a moonbeam
Her hands cup sunlight
which she sips like water
and it glows out from her
Both warrioress
and artist,
feet on ground
yet dreams celestial
her inner wisdom shines
with what in these fourteen years
she has learned
and will always know
So there she sits
humming a sweet song
There she sits
and glows