She is fire to your soul and ice water through your veins. She possesses in her a fierceness that can never be contained.
Cool like long, dark Winter and as changeable as Fall, her Spring rains soothe your troubled thoughts, and her Summer–warmth for all.
She is wild in her silence and roars joyfully with her laugh, redeems herself through sadness, but when angry leaves scorch-strewn paths.
Her Father orders her daily walk while Mother’s seasons light her way. She knows when it is time for work, yet is generous with her play.
Woman, do not let this world erase these gifts you gained from birth–your elegance, your grace and style, song, permanence or worth.
Remember in tormented times the days you made it through, and know that even though you stumble, this force of nature is called You.
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