Clouds afloat in the heights.
Blissful image of nature’s might.
Sunlight peeps from edge of hill.
A display of time to test one’s will.
She’s unique and she’s a freak.
She’s right at home in the peak.
A glass of wisdom – she drank it.
In front of her now is a gray blanket.
She is deserving of beauty and love.
She knows but cannot ask of above.
Her void to fill, a flightless dove.
Only time will tell what fits like a glove.