I took a walk
in the morning zephyr.
There, in a glimpse,
I spotted her,
her presence.
Standing upright,
she turns;
her feet cling to the scorching soil,
so tightly tangled,
endures waves of hailing heat in toil.
A climb,
her single yet enormous eye
challenges the rays of a thousand lights,
inch by inch, purifies her soul
in a Kingdom with no nights.
A dance,
her golden hair dances
in the breath of breeze,
like long, lean lashes,
shadowing her eye from unease.
A transient life,
blooming beauty fades in her hunching back,
the cycle of life spins in tyranny.
seeds gliding, approach the remote horizon,
embark on an unknown journey.
