She

She is looking every bit the part. She is playing her position. She has moved in gracefully. She has taken over, humbly. Quietly and patiently. She is time; moving as swift as the seasons. She can make the waters come and she can change the colors. She is the breeze so sweet as she blows kisses. She is the keeper of thunder and muse to the artists. She warms the souls of the masses. She is rhyme without reason, she is the lyric. She is the goddess Phoenix. Transition, inevitable. Snowflakes left in her trail, she is the speaks with nothing but the wisest to say. She has done her duty, deserves an Oscar for the part she plays. She is fueled by the star of the night, she is the light of day. She is a gift and she is precious, a jewel...a stone. A scent so pure you couldn't capture it in your prettiest bottle and sell it. She is an expert in her field, professional in her own right. Check the resume, she is a vision. Truly a remarkable sight. Not be discouraged or let astray. As each dream unfolds, she thanks God for the day. Some believe courtship is dead, she laughs mockingly, winking an ever confident yeah right. The daintiest solider, with the deadliest fight. Her bark always masking the strength of her bite. She is lady, diva, woman, daughter and healer to be. She is all that one is not and everything one can never be. Never before seen, so none are equipped to handle her. He head on straight, her heart in tow. She steps with purpose. She provides unselfishly. She is ever optimistic but far from naive. Foreign traveler, landing in this place. She ignites a fire while forever keeping her cool. Everything to gain, dismissing the rules. Blazing a trail all her own. Do enjoy the reign, the Queen has taken her thrown.