She belongs to the sky unending,
and the mountains very high.
She belongs to the warm sunny days,
And the cold windy nights .

She is a wild flower peeking out from between cracks of a wall.
She is a soft sunrise,
and cold watermelon slice on summer morning.

She is kisses on forehead,
And intertwined fingers.
She is first ray of morning,
and Milky light of moon.

She is a soft flower petal ,
but she likes thorns more .

Untouched strings , Unusual thoughts and the gloomy clouds
scares her sometimes,
but she got the strength.
© teacher