Lingering within fertile fields,
she tucks an elegant seed
into accepting soil
and whispers,
"Grow, child of sunlight".
Her eloquence stuns the stars
as they hover
over her gentle world
of wild wisdom.
Her laughter stops storms
in their tracks,
eliciting rainbows
with a crook of her fragile fingers.
She will not acknowledge
the length or strength
of her tender touch
upon encountered souls ~
does she even understand
her ferocious beauty,
her torrential truth?
Roots stretch silently
beneath this hallowed ground
where she softly walks,
waiting for the right moment
to burst into bloom
within her embracing eyes...
Gold trophy winner
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