23 and Lovely

She's 23, you know

Like a newborn shoot, lush and green

A 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...

A summer storm in human form

What she lacks in grace, she makes up 
for 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

Cheeks awash with that youthful glow 

She floats 
from branch to branch

With childlike wonder as a rope