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 are made of the stars
and were born
in answer to a prayer.
You belong.
Your 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.