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