DANCING TO HER OWN SLOW.

Made for a very special friend:

You were born for such a time as this.

Your eyes are radiant with truth.

Your heart sings of creation.

Your mind blooms with thoughts that go further then stars.

Your voice resounds with clarity and echoes with the moon.

Your step is fierce in the direction of hope, leading for flowers to bloom.

Your legacy is your tribe, the ones you hold most dear.

Your babes have inherited your mantra - a love that is with no fear.

You are as rare as amethyst and as fierce as snow.

Radiant like a moon beam, dancing to your own slow.

 

JournalTess Guinery