The breeze swings through her morning hair. A beep breath and she twirls her toes into the cold sand. Ripples lapping lilypads,
upon a golden pond. Her childlike ways. She smiles as she admires the beauty of the early morning purple hue. She has a gypsy heart. Always driven to see all that she can see. She dives into the wonderous waters, and swims all her worries away. And as she arises she is ready. Ready to live, to see, to eat, to hear, to be, to learn, to feel, to find what shes meant to find in the world and in herself.