The Spirit of Fireland

Her life is a work of art,

Cared for and created

from the heart.

As if life was

A book full of mysteries,

All she had to do was

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe, let go and believe.

She exclaimed

“No one

And nothing

Shall ever persist against me

As I rise up

To defend

My sacred legacy.”

She knew she was in a place

Where what was meant to be,

Would always magically come to be.

And her energy was risin’

Like the sun on the horizon

And a phoenix she became,

To turn into treasure gold

And become a queen

Of her own reign,

Like she had always known.