Obtainable Peace

like the cold morning dew resting mysteriously on a brown leaf, of what appears to be a dying tree, but she's is rooted in Him, she's the next sunrise, walking in beauty, a midnight nightfall light rain, oh but He is, He reigns, she's rooted, she's anchored, she's Dakota Reign, a butterfly that freed my sister, as my sister, my sister's keeper, freed me, that same morning dew now caresses 3 beautiful faces, through her, He lifts us higher, through her, He is obtainable peace