Hair, head, neck, shoulders
Emerging out the window from the
Back seat of a car whizzing
Down a Mountain she fell in love with
Before knowing what love was
One arm overstretched and out as if she was
hugging the eroded Giants that towered over aged valleys
Just then a gust blows so strongly that
She sways a little, almost as if
The mountain winds were hugging her back
(She likes to think they were)
Hair billowing and whipping around;
A tumultuous halo
An unknown flutter in the Hollow
Of the centre of her chest expands
While she feels like she has shrunk
Or maybe has just realised How big the world is;
The feeling grows; Delighted, ecstatic and erratic
She shouts in her exploding happiness
Shouts the flutter from her belly
up her throat and out to the world
She makes love to the giant moss wearing rocks
Later, she sticks her head back in
(Like a touch-me-not flower shrinks back inside)
And leans back on the headrest, panting happily, eyes sparkling
And just looks in wonder as the mountains
keep on unfolding themselves to her
the car keeps going on and on and on.

They gave me wings called integrity
But I'm still learning how to fly
It is hard to flap these wings
In the fogs of malice and avarice
Newly sprouted respect
Left my shoulders sore
It's tiring to carry a weight
That only few people adore
But I can't let growing pains stop  me from fixing my moral compass north
The cloak of honour is hard to wear
But the only way to go is forth
So I try, again and again
For nobility is a stubborn trait
I watch these wings grow
With every sincere choice made
Engulfed in moral stoicism
Learning the lows and highs
One day these wings will be strong enough
To navigate the changing skies