She'll stand before you, peering into your eyes,
There's that moment, that first step forward,
The closing of your eyes,
Deep gasping of the lungs,
Held momentarily, Until,
Every entrenched fear trails out from the breath,
Out into the world,
As every soul hears the sound of these winds,
Any river will echo the tone of your gift,
As you're the reflection of
The watery trails,
Clear as can be,
Breathe, and just be.
That's what a new day feels like.