Her hair winds down like branches on a tree.
Possesses the eyes of a doe, for they are kind.
Her skin glistens like rain in sunlight.
She wears garments like moss that spreads over nature.
Her movement is like the wind. Smooth a swift.
Travels like a cat chasing prey through terrain.
But her soul is far brighter.
She owns the spirit of an Eagle. She is strong.
Has the heart of a swan. Protecting her own.
Holds to what is good and curses the bad of intention.
With curiosity that beholds old and new.
Even in youth she practices wisdom.
Patience that transcends understanding.
Grace that bewilders the merciful.
Faith like ivy. Clinging, climbing and unshakable.