A canvas simply can not capture
The beauty of her rebirth...

The cobblestone ground
Wavered more than me...

The wind swirls around me,
Leaves raining down while the cyclone whispers...

Night cascades over the horizon,
Elegantly reclaiming its throne...

Her footsteps are already worn
Into the ground that leads away...

She feels the ground sigh beneath her
As she weaves in and out of trees so tall...