I'm going to tell you about someone I love.
Someone I hold dear.
Someone I've never explained to another before.
She is a flower.
She is wild.
She is as fierce as the winds that carry her.
She is a force to be reckoned with.
She wakes in the morning light.
Sometimes she laughs so much it hurts.
Sometimes she laughs so much she cries.
Her hair falls below her waist.
Her freckles exentuate her eyes.
Her almond eyes are olive green; sometimes they hold the blue of the sky.
She can meditate for hours at a time.
She wants to leave society and live in the mountains.
She bought a teepee and a radio last wednesday.
She's been waiting for Uni to finish before she makes her escape.
She is fearless and brave.
She is incredibly smart.
She studies medical science.
When we were young we'd go walking through the mud flats across the road.
Now I only see her when the sun hangs low above the horizon,
when the plant growth slows to a trickle,
when Uni is out for the semester,
when she is bright and full of colour.
