She is not,
a wave tossed by the sea,
Every situation throwing her
into the deep.
She will be the current,
a strong force that directs,
the water and all the creatures of the sea.
She is not
the fragile poppy blooming in the spring,
here to pose in beauty,
before the orange petals
disappear with her elegancy.
She is the strong oak whose roots run deep
And beauty is both
majesty and ability.
And though he will swing his axe
she will not easily be brought to her knees.
She is not
the warm, crackling fire
heating your sore feet
after a long day of work.
She is the wildfire
blazing, shinning in the sunlight,
roaring like a lioness
and roaming wild and free.
She is not
the chickadee outside your window,
small and sweetly singing,
existing to make you happy.
She is the hawk,
who fights and soars to great heights –
fierce, strong, and a mystery.
She flies
to care for her family
and to make history.
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