A star at the brink of death, bright and explosive
A black whole eating everything around it, never passive
A tiger hunting, playing and killing on instinct, without notion
A wild forest fire burning dry leaves, overflowing passion

Refreshing ice cubed drink in mid summer, burning and hot
Wild autumn winds blowing leaves through empty lots
Cold winter nights lost in blurred moments after taken shots
Calm spring mornings spent on roof smoking ***

Bramble and bushes, earth beneath bare feet
Eating quick meals, cross-legged feet on seat
Loud shouts, hitting hard words with heat
Naked friction, chest to chest, beat to beat

She is always aloof and moving, always seeing
She is overly known to be a different being
She is always searching and always dreaming
She encompasses what it means to be a wilder thing