In the front yard where daisies argue with dandelions her laughter is drawing circles in the air catching the wind’s secrets and each smile creates peace that only the wild knows

There’s a tree casting shade, it’s bark a patchwork of stories,cracks and knots whispering tales of storms as the reminder that her life is not just survival,but a dance with the elements of earth

In rare pure beauty she is here, in this chaos of life, sculpted by patience and laughter,as if the universe knows she is fragile,yet unbreakable and deserving of special care for eternity

So let us cradle her as we would wildflowers and water her nurturing the vibrant gift that she is ,wrapped in the strength of the wind

this lady is a treasure to behold and to love