A Flame Across the Wild

 

A Flame Across the Wild

Born where spring ignites the dawn with gold,

A spirit burst forth, untamed, untold.

Eyes like sapphires gleamed through misty vales,

She chased the sun down sagebrush trails.  

Her laughter rippled over jagged peaks,

A symphony of joy where river speaks.

Through crimson canyons, her shadow played,

Footprints pressed in earth where wildflowers swayed.  

She danced with dust storms, fierce and free,

Hair a whirlwind, tangled by the sea.

The desert’s heart pulsed beneath her gaze,

A kaleidoscope of dusk’s fiery blaze.  

With hands that cradled pine and stone,

She carved her tale where winds have blown.

A voice like thunder, soft as dew,

Called life to bloom where silence grew.  

Though shadows fell, her torch burned bright,

A comet streaking through the night.

Now, in the rustle of aspen leaves,

Her echo hums, a song that weaves.  

This day, her birth, the heavens flare,

A prism splits the morning air.

In sapphire streams, in amber skies,

Her spirit soars where eagles rise.  

For every soul she brushed with grace,

We chase the wild, her sacred space.

A legacy etched in rock and flame,

Forever free, beyond a name.