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Wild as the flowers in her hair,

Free as the soul in her eyes.

Creator created. Creation creating.

Wild hair. Free eyes. Flowering soul.

Something new is being created.

Can you feel it?

Hair stands at attention

Fueled by possibility.

Can you taste it?

Lips speak to a parallel universe, alternate reality.

Life and death are in the power of her tongue.

She’s hungry for change, so she speaks.

Can you smell it?

Like fresh rain falling onto an open field of flowers.

Her spirit knows the scent of His Spirit.

He speaks, she hears it on the wind.

Limitless possibilities. No fear.

Grow. And Go.

Go to grow.

No fear.

Wild as the flowers in her hair,

Free as the soul in her eyes.