Moving the tree tops, weaving a dance of life
You are like the summer rain
Moving at an constant that is still
Your scent – it claims the room
When you inhabit it, they all
Feel your presence, even though evanescent
Gently you lay down your laws of charity
I speak for a majority when I say
The depths of you most will
Never have the pleasure of knowing
You win battles by wit-full intelligence
Which affords you splashes of silver
And rainbows of gold
You walk slowly but tall and steady,
In every measure
It’s as if following a Queen’s procession
During a yearly parade
Carrying a fire in your soul
One that feeds many
Like a sunflower always following the sun
You are water and earth
Strong yet pliable and ever nourishing
You remind me of a mountain sage
For lessons leave your lips so often, and patiently
Today I honor the warrior within you
For I can see a battle approaching,
As always you will bravely face it
With unwavering courage and immense endurance
And limitless love that knows the far horizon
Yet looks down at the road and keeps walking
You are like the wind, swaying the treetops
Uniting them in the dance of life.
Written for my Latong, Rowena on her birthday 2011, 30th of September.
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