A poem I wrote for my little sister.

Timeless Beauty

Look at her,

The way her smile is pure as love,

Her face as innocent and as soft as an angel’s

Look at the way she is dancing,

Her feet bare upon the wet grass

Moving so light, so weightless

That she is not dancing, she is flying

Flying in the clouds,

It is the quiet mist of morning

Encircling her body

Her flowing gown, white as the pure snow,

Is not a gown anymore,

But wings,

They are wings and she is flying,

But not in the clouds and not with wings

She is merely dancing in the clearing,

Mist swallowing her body, dewy grass underfoot,

No one is around, to witness this sight,

This sight of infinite beauty,

She is timeless.