Like the wind she came and went without a sound she wept her beauty over came us.
What once was a narrow branch blossomed into a majestic tree and just like that we woke up and she was gone.
She engraved her essence into the roots which lasted an eternity
It created a forest where we all wander through in search of her.
When we ask where we may find her the trees begin to dance and then we realize she was there all along.
She was in the background guiding us and teaching us to thrive and soar into the people we were always meant to be.
She never had a care in the world or what it thought of her.
She defined beauty but was never seen.
Beauty is something that does not have to be seen but something that one must feel.
So when we look around and ask where she has gone. We stop and realize she never left but she is where she belongs.