She flies
In the sky
With love and freedom
In her mind

I won´t blossom
I won´t bloom
for that I am evergreen

I love being
In the pilot seat
In control
On my feet
If we converge
I am
Who you’ll meet
So I celebrate simply being
A state quite freeing
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Her feet as light as a feather
At her own pace, moving at her leisure
Her toes making ripples in the water
Gliding over the substance as slow as a saunter
She stares at her reflection as it ripples away
She plunges her hand in and the water will obey
Water trickles through the cracks her cupped hand
Everything about it she can understand
Her only friend, companion, that listens to her every demand
Smiling to herself, she feels grand
~17/3/21