precious daughter

precious daughter

beautiful creature of the wild

run with power

run with grace

to the edge

of the tallest cliff

which your keen eyes

can spy on the horizon

and roar

freedom’s song

into the canyon.

Let no predator

cross

into the territory

of your Self

and be forever strong.

Trust your instincts

to carry you

even when legs are weary

for you are a woman-child

my wild child

of wisdom

grace

and beauty.

Howl to the moon.

 

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