Her way with words,
is like a beautiful butterfly.
Wish life could be that colorful from start to the end,
yet understand the ca coon,
preparation of greatness and attractiveness that comes from within.
Her poem itself is a beauty,
carrying emotions like a stream down the valley
collecting withered leaves falling from life storm of trees that have known life,
experience from season to another, now ready to give up the memories of yesterday,
for hope of a better tomorrow.
(Inspired by Britt, written from a comment on her poem -Balky)
