In the untamed embrace of a sun-drenched field,
where wildflowers bow to the whims of the wind,
there lived a child of raw, unbridled spirit,
her laughter a cascade of untamed joy.
Her hair was a tangle of autumn leaves,
her eyes pools of the forest’s deepest green,
a free spirit, dancing with the shadows of the trees,
her heart a wild drumbeat in rhythm with the earth.
She roamed through meadows like a breeze,
her touch a caress to the rough bark of ancient oaks,
her voice a call to the animals,
a symphony of wonder to the creatures of the wild.
But beneath the wild, there was a yearning,
a whisper of grace seeking to soften the edges,
a quiet plea for transformation amidst the chaos.
And so, grace descended like morning dew on the meadow,
gently settling on her unruly soul.
It was not a flood, but a whispering rain,
a touch of light that unraveled the tangled knots,
a breeze that soothed the tempest of her heart.
In the embrace of grace, she found a new rhythm,
a melody that wove through the untamed spaces of her being.
Her love for animals and nature deepened,
not as a wild chase, but as a gentle communion,
a reverence for the beauty in the untamed,
now framed by the quiet grace that had found her.
She remained a child of the wild,
but now, her wildness was tempered with grace,
her steps lighter, her laughter softer,
a testament to the transformation wrought by love.
About the Creator
Taylor Ward
From a small town, I find joy and grace in my trauma and difficulties. My life, shaped by loss and adversity, fuels my creativity. Each piece written over period in my life, one unlike the last. These words sometimes my only emotion.
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Eloquently expressed!!!! Brilliantly descriptive!!! Love it!!!❤️❤️💕
This is a beautifully descriptive and heart-touching poem, Taylor! I love it!
That was a very calming poem. Liked it.
"A gentle communion, a reverence for the beauty in the untamed, now framed by the quiet grace that had found her..." What a beautiful poem. Your words truly mesmerize me sometimes.