"She has that quiet
Intensity
That almost sullenness but that you know is really just
Childhood innocence
Carried over into heartfelt wonder

Her mouth is usually half way parted
She squints as she pushes her glasses back up onto her nose
She wonders at destruction
Cries for suffering
Hides
Cause it hurts so much sometimes

But she eventually crawls out
Stretches her body against the rock
Warming it with her touch

She climbs not so much to be vertical
But to find truth amidst suspension
Between sky and ground

She tests her strength
But Will she trust it?

A quiet moment happens before her choice

Her hands are busy with Change."



how beautiful is that?