The Woman

She is the wind you cannot capture, the fire you cannot hold,
She has the strength of the earth but she flows
She is a woman.

The radiance of the sun and the beauty
Of a tree’s silhouette

When she smiles, the world blooms
The stars sparkle brighter, and water gurgles in delight.
And when angered, deadly thunder storms are evoked

Can such a woman ever love and not destroy?
All consuming fire
Can such a woman ever cry?
Each tear, like quiet midnight drizzle