She was made for the wild not for the cage
No ink was enough to bind her destiny on a page
She was different her life was lost in mystery
She was born a legend to be remembered throughout the history.

She had a mind, polished with the ash of gold
It only got brighter as the memories grew old
Her love for written words was one of a kind
She had lived all those fantasies ever set up in a clever mind.

Her curiosity led her to the places she’s never been before
It was the beat in her heart and the reason she was breathing for
She had a kind and caring heart
She was a gift of nature’s living art.