It's peaceful here
In the serenity of my own mind
I find her
Just sitting there
In a meadow of disorganized thoughts
Surrounded by flowers of insecurity
Untouchable, unbreakable
She's beautiful
Strong as the 900 year old oak tree
Centered, steady
Graceful as the dandelions that sway softly in the wind
Willingly giving up pieces of themselves to contribute to perfection
Headstrong like roots that refuse to give way even though the winds have demanded them to
Loyal
Like the sun that never fails to illuminate the meadow with it's glowing rays
Talented.
Her body moving with the rhythm of the river.
Gently swaying back and forth
like a pendulum
keeping in time to the music of the breeze
She is smart
like the ants who store food for the winter
She stores memories and lessons of those before her
Letting them guide her
like stars guiding the way north
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mind is powered by brain And stores memories and lessons...all sorts... ;) - thanks for sharing.