Breathe silently, like a rose just before blooming,
its petals still tender and gentle,
unmarred by fear and pain and sadness.
Her wild heart beats,
sings and dances and leaps through her veins;
life and death and rebirth,
meaning and confusion,
she is lost in the embrace of being.
Devotedly feral, eyes wandering the horizon,
soul tucked deep within those soft and delicate petals;
above or within,
she runs through the brush and the branches
the breeze like waves over her skin.
She carries the petals and the leaves and the thorns
in her eyes and her mouth and her hands.