She was like the wonder of a tale.
Undeniable with her beauty
as she fought for her avail.
She slowly grasps for her heart
to show her love to al apart
as she reaches for the starry night
guided by the winds into her soul of wail;
“She has spoken with grace,
flown through earth space,
tears dripping from her face.”
By wind we follow her sail
while in promise we share our story
we stand tall for her detail.
She is nothing more than a friction
of an imagination in our minds
as she was the whisperer of a tale.