The sun called you daughter long before you were first touched by dawn.
Trees bow before you more deeply than they do the wind.
You were made of the stars and were born in answer to a prayer.
You gentle strength is forged by the fire of the heart
And woven into the fabric of the future.
Water will guide your power and grace through the fear.
You are here on purpose with purpose.
The whispers of angels and eagles will get knotted in your hair
And your laughter will inspire the wind.
Ah-wa-heh, old child.
Let beauty ease your way.
You are stronger and braver than you know.