A Food For Thought She Is

She is a Pacific ocean Tranquil from outside tumultuous from with in Shallow it seems from the surface But deep, very deep it descends... And what things it carry inside Lively Coral reefs And Volcanoes Ready to errupt... A world that can never be uncovered... She is a cloud Floating on air waves Struggling to find a place Where she shall shower all her gems And those won't go wasted But will reborn the dead soil And the sleepy seeds So precious, so full of potentials...! And yet she is a butterfly But with the heart of an Eagle Standing like a mountain Against the Tsunamis That rise even with pebbles, when thrown in the sea Fragile yet very strong... Emotional but Taciturn... She is a Moon With different phases That come out to roam every night To enlight the valleys To listen to the untold stories And go back in the morning to burry them.... She is light, she is beauty A food for thought, a key to imaginations And there she is, a flower Scared of taking hands of her face For she will be cut, put in vase and eventually thrown away Does fate has this in store for roses? She exists but she does not Like stars on a full moon night She is there... Yet invisible..! She lives, but mostly in silence...!! *~°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°~* Like the Pacific ocean she may look cool But her heart and mind are like a bomb Loaded with wild imaginations and deep emotions Her heart finds solace in the stories of teleportation Fragile and delicate like a butterfly Yet strong like the mountains that stand high She stays silent like the shy Moon in june Though a 'Stream of consciousness' follows every tune Afraid of people and the touch of time But yearns to be worthy and bloom in her prime She is beauty, only for the seeing eyes And a food for thought but only if one realize