Life

She dances upon frothy masses
of summer cushions,
and dwells in pure crystallizations of day's break.


She is as simplistic as a white daisy
woven in silky hair,
and as vibrant
as innosence found in youth.
She is a kiss good morning and a hug good bye.


She rides the lam with the sun to the west
when he says goodnight,
and it is her who your hair plays upon as it dances at the ocean.

She is in the joyous eyes of a toddlerand the embrace of a lover.


She is the simple things that mean everything.
She is life and wonder.Nature in her true form.

I know now that life is a woman.