She is...

She's tilted for the Earth, but 

her head is caught up in the heavens.

Bilingual in the speech 

of heart and soul.

She speaks,

Who listens?

Birds sings to her 

to keep her grounded, 

anchored as a reminder of her goals 

from her past and her future selves.

She tilted towards the Earth, but 

her father reminds her she is not 

of the Earth that her feet is tethered to.

She's tilted towards the Earth,

the breeze and the wind carries her words,

Her heart is where she reads from and 

is where she writes.

She is growing and maturing 

beyond wildest dreams or fairy tales.

She is here.

She is here.

She breaths through me,

I am her protection, 

her shelter.

The garden that she walks through 

has been created by these words 

of multicolored ink.

She is here right in front of you,

but ask yourself 

- who hears her when she speaks?.