In her Skin there is peace

She lays in bed Quiet and calm like a still ocean

She rises from her slumber like a rose budding in the garden

She smells of the wind which combs her hair on the way to school

She wears no makeup except for her inner beauty

She glows with happiness and laughter even when she's alone

In the cold she is warm like a ray of sun

In the summer she is the first snowflake on your tongue

She spreads her joy through her smile of perfectly strung pearly teeth

She is kind and gentle like a mother's sweet lullaby

She's the envy of every girl who has everything

She is comfortable in her own skin and doesn't try to be who she isn't

She is peaceful and pleasant like a puffy white cloud sitting in the sky made of silk

 

by bridget, January 2004