Woman of the Woods

She wanders, she drifts, she flys…

Into the woods & through the salty waves, out of the desert sands she soars; carrying the beauty of the world.

Her…She…. The lady with branches and feathers in her hair, her blood rich with the earth, soil and sand.

Eyes made of diamonds with her passionate heart she cries Jems that sparkle with pure joy…

Like the deepest of the lake that rises and falls she filled the earth with kindness, and as the sun beams across her heart she she shown brighter.

Brighter than the moon which held her spirit, so high no one nor nothing could break her or beat her.. She is woman.

- Kell McDonald

“Woman of the Woods.”