And just like that in moments
The world comes to a close
Except for a wild wayfarer
Who explores where no one goes
Renascent in body she mirrors
The fresh air of a spring sunrise
A flower child in all her being
Seeing beauty through golden eyes
Some have said she met with luck
To be such a gift of grace
But she'd waded wars and met with fear
More than some could ever face
But it was in those darker days
When all else felt so lost
Her heart at last had a voice
Of which she learnt to trust
Her ways were somewhat different
A flowing dance with the life she lives
This was the magic she met with here
Freedom in all she gives
© Clare McCauley
