The dance of her song

She dances freely.

Gracefully flowing with the wind; like a wildflower during the summer breeze.

That beats to the drum of an Indian war song.

Can you hear her?

Tranced echoes of her song transgressed.

Long before they ever knew her.

Long before they saw her.

Beauty, like a Lily of the valley.

Vibrancy lived in her with transparent radiance.

Unnoticed by the chaos; they couldn’t see her.

They weren’t looking.

Into the clarity is where you’ll find her.

She danced on, freely without a stumble.

To the Indian beat of her song.