Golden strands ride wind's caress,
While standing on her hilltop post.
Her bare feet rest on Earth's sweet grass,
Chin tilted toward the summer coast.
Thoughts floating through her consciousness,
Like wayward clouds, uncharted fly.
Why am I here, will fate confess?
Drifted through her mind's blue sky.
Weighted soul in life's reprieve,
She long desires clarity.
Yet if she listens and believes,
A Voice breaks the misty fantasy.
My precious one, you are my child,
A bright, white star, a perfect bloom,
Light and joyous, free and wild,
A beautiful sunset, loving moon.
Deep inside your restless soul,
There's answers waiting to be found.
Like treasures on a rocky shoal,
Revealed to you without a sound.
So listen well and patiently,
A lotus blooms in its own time.
Where wisdom meets eternity,
The answers drift into your mind.
Golden strands ride wind's caress,
While contemplating life's new path.
Heart free and light, luminesce,
She sets forth, joyous, with a laugh.
