She is a summer wind,
Soft and warm,
Caressing your skin with flowered spiked fingers,

Yet, She can produce the darkest skies,
Winding , whipping, tempests.
She is all things and none,

She is ever changing
Ebbing tides and rising suns all contained in one smile,
But if you look in her eyes,

You.
Find the truth of it,
That the tempest is always rising and she is the gatekeeper to contain it.