infused with joy, yet often invisible to those she loves.
She's a young girl, indeed her face and laugh as young as the day, but her eyes as wise as the owl perched outside tonight.
A young being, but an old soul, she redefines respect as she embodies this namaste.
She bows down to the guru embedded in the moment.
Ah this young girl bows down to even you, as you disrespect your being
as you steel time from tomorrow, as you loose your awareness of today.
She still sees your light deep inside, and bows down to you, awaiting the day you awaken and stand up.
She is a young girl over there, straight hair green eyes changing like the sea.
But this spring this youth, like a seed, will finally find the light inside to blossom outward.
Stepping into this power.
she's a young girl, but soon all will finally see her old soul.
And begin to bow down to her and awaken to themselves.
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