Wild Spirit

In the embrace of the wind, her soul takes flight, A tempest of curls, a storm of grace and might. Her gaze, a mirror of the sky, unyielding and free, A canvas of emotion, where the wild heart can be seen. The sun kisses her skin, a golden embrace, Transforming her into a beacon of hope and grace. Her hair, a river of fire, dances with the breeze, A symphony of movement, where the spirit takes its ease. She stands as a symbol, a force of nature's might, A reminder that freedom is the light of life. Her eyes, a window to the soul, unafraid to show, The depth of her being, where the wild spirit grows. In her presence, we find our own wild hearts, A call to embrace the storms and the starts. For in her, we see the beauty of the untamed, A reminder that to be free is to be unshamed. So let her be your guide, where the wind takes you, A wild spirit, forever true.