Saturday, December 29, 2012

Warrior Born

This was written as a Christmas gift for my amazing niece, Sarah. She is a rare creature- stunning to behold, naturally enigmatic, yet incredibly sweet when the light hits her just right.

The Lionheart
She is a willow tree
Against the molten sun
Standing tall and brave
Fire blazing in her eyes
Her shield on her arm
Her laughter rings out
Waking the day
Pushing back the dark of night

Her hands are strong
From clinging to the truth
Fighting for what is right
She dances through storms
Wild passion in her steps
She calls to the wind
Lulling bitter fear to sleep
As she sings to the sky

She is beauty adorned by heaven
Delicate edges and softened touch
A crown of gold on her head
Gently lifting love to her heart
She holds it close
Breathing life into the broken
Goodness and mercy follow her
Never far behind

She is the Lionheart
Born of grace and courage
Dreams shimmer in her eyes
Hope is kindled
Flowing from her fingertips
Nothing stands in her way
She opens the door to forever
Smiling at the journey

She is the Lionheart

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