Untamed in her essence

Soft in her shape

Strong in her voice

Rooted in her soul 

Aware of her choice


Her feet are covered 

Slightly by dust 

Her soul is the only treasure 

She has never lost


In the strange void of delution

She falls to the ground


By a sense of confusion


Raw and carried 

By a naked soing 

Anchored in spirit 

She chooses to stay strong


She finds her tribe

Among those who love the wind

The ocean and sky 

She has no other choice 

Silently dedicated 

She takes down her armor

Into the unknown she flies