She walks lightly
or rather go
from a distance she seems fragile
Her smile confuses us happily

Seeing the look, doubt grows,
just some glint of her eyes
give fractions of some certainty,
just for moments

At the time
you already know that height is not measured
that her hands are from the earth
that if the water demands her
she dives

She needs the Sun,
she is a being of the mornings
enjoy the aroma of dew
of those who nourish
of those that sprout and make sprout

She is tribal
the pain demands from her certainties
because the harmony slips from the soul
she is human, very human.

Now I see she
alone on the road,
fly to be light
dancing down the *****,
in the silence of the morning.