23 and Lovely

She's 23, you know

Like a newborn shoot, lush and green

Tender reed bending in the breeze

Crisp as the new fallen snow

Jabbing against the stream with her elbows

For her voice is not yet bold

Oh, but she is lovely...

Wat she lacks in grace, she makes up 

in beauty 

She is collecting loves like flowers
to weave in her hair

Although these will soon sour

For she could never stay planted 
in one place too long 

Awash with that youthful glow, 

She floats 
from branch to branch

With childlike wonder as a rope