The Spring Queen
Once, I had the honor of meeting a spring dancer
With flowers the color of dawn in her hair
That laid a blanket of color
As she waved to nature's chorus.
Whose vibrant aura invigorated the dead.
A mother to thousands
And a confidant to the world.
But one faithful solstice,
Her hearty soul chilled.
As her her luscious hair grew brittle,
And all who she loved deserted,
The icy reaper came near,
And nite by nite,
Her once warm heart grew frail.
Till one morn,
As the soft light creeped upon the hills,
The spring dancer danced no more.