She began like a dance with a slow, uncertain entrance
but as her heart synced with the beat of the music, she fell into step with ease.
She had the eyes of a child with the heart of a woman.
Like a bird, she traveled with the seasons--
Falling into comfort for only small periods of time.
Those young eyes peered into every dark corner of the world
because that girl longed to experience every sight, sound, and silence that existed.
She wanted to know everything.
Her steps caused ripples like coins into fountains--they inspired even the most tired
to rise up and begin a change. Always a change for the better.
Apathy, complacency, and gravity were some things she desired to defy.
"No" was never the answer. And by that, I mean it was never the answer she gave.
In her mature juvenile mind, there was always a way to please everyone.
And so, she always did.
She was a dancer, dancing from place to place with a heartbeat rhythm.
And to her disbelief, an ensemble had formed behind her simply to hear and see
and to echo.