A mouth as frail as a leaf,
Smiles in its autumn colours,
Crinkles open, shows it’s teeth,
What a pretty smile that is.
A joy etched so clearly there,
Fresh as the dew, settled new,
On a face that’s pearly fair,
Soft as grass and clean, green moss.
Roots dug deep, deep in her view,
Twisting harmony of knots,
Defending what she thinks true,
Strength shown open day by day.