She sat up in that tree watching us

I couldn’t say why but I love her

Maybe the delicacy of her gaze

Like a warm summer breeze

Or the light petal of a petite flower

Her eyes each resembling great moons

The depth of their crystalline opulence commanding the waves of the ocean

Her lips simple and delicate

Set in an ever so slight smile that always grew upon her face when she saw us out in the village

One day I wish to go see her up in that tree

To touch her silk skin

To caress her soft face

One day I’ll look into those eyes

So deep I’ll get lost in them for days

And when I navigate my way out

I’ll sit next to her and observe the village as she does

See the people as she sees them.

Love the world as she loves it

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