she paints her beautiful Future with the paint brush of Present Present makes future.
the sand, the sound of ocean is still with me in the form of seashells
her outer self is the art created by her inner self
and I could never lie to them, “the mountains” As they reflect my own voice.
like a tendril she grows with his support Love and support enhance growth.
slowly the sun hides itself inside the black shimmery blanket of night
where the stars blink their eyes, where the clouds cry and flow to run dry, sometimes blue sometimes gray, the shades change with phases of day, where the sun gazes at the moon shy, I wonder if those skies have eyes.
she kept seeing the world through a small window until one day when her curious feet stepped out of the room to be a part of it
like a kite she flies in the sky of success still pulled towards the ground by the strong string of humility
she’ll emerge glowing in the gold cloak of self confidence again