Child of the Four Seasons

Her hair was a tangle of dark curls,
And her eyes were the most enchanting green,
She danced on tiny feet,
Her hands touching blades of grass.

She loved everything she saw,
She loved the flowers and the leaves,
All the newborn animals,
Al the things I had never noticed before.

She was a princess of life itself,
Strong and innocent and always kind,
And everything had a purpose,
And anything could be funny.

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That princess turned into a queen,
Like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly,
And she was tall and magnificent,
Capable of anything.

I was so proud of her,
When I watched her stand with confidence,
With her chin held high and her eyes bright,
And she spoke with a lion's roar.

She didn't dance anymore,
She walked as proud as a falcon screams,
Yet she never lost that buzzing energy,
From when she was a child.

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Something's changed in the queen,
She doesn't speak as much,
And when she does, she fades out,
As if afraid to speak her mind.

She said she was just tired,
That she wanted to be left alone,
So I left her alone,
Hoping things will get better.

At times there were glimmers of her past,
Of her spirit and her innocence,
But it was beginning to wilt,
And I was afraid.

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She gives everything she can offer now,
As silent as the night and yet so kind,
Her sweet smiles are more than welcoming,
Even when she doesn't speak.

She gives the illusion of coldness,
Icy looks and silence,
But there's a subtly behind it all,
With beauty and kindness and magic.

I know who she is,
And I know that she's still a queen,
I know what she's capable of,
And I know spring will come again.