“The Life of a Woman”
A thread through time,
like a ribbon in her hair—
soft yet strong.
She flows,
a stream becoming a river,
rising to clouds,
whispering with the wind.
Storms gather in her veins,
rain falls,
and she returns—
from sky to earth, and back again.
Birds echo her freedom,
dry flowers remember her grace.
She is the cycle,
the storm,
the stillness,
the breath between the winds.
