She moves with a natural grace
Like a virgin goddess.
A youthful spirit
Lovely as the evergreen forests
And gentle as the morning dew.
She laughs easily
Playful, bright with joy
And she lights up the night
With her effortless beauty.
Dark-eyed birds peck at the earth,
Slate-grey backs shining.
Nearly invisible against the dull greens,
they suddenly take flight and flee-
Effortlessly graceful in their urgent movements.
Six pairs of periwinkle wings beat the air and rise,
Fickle and fearful,
In search of a new paradise.