A Poetess Found

A poetess, I found so rare, Cute or sweet? I can't compare. Her thoughts soar high above the crowd, A poetess, unique and proud. She is a nut with a tough exterior, But inside, a tender tree grows superior, A seed of potential, slowly taking root, With time and care, it'll bear sweet fruit. She drifts off to sleep by the gentle river's sound, Mountains stand tall, a comforting presence all around, Springs provide a solace in times of sorrow, And the sea inspires her mind to explore tomorrow. She guards her fickleness with graceful ease, Sensuality hidden, but thoughts that tease. Her intelligence beyond measure, quite rare, Beauty that radiates, a dazzling affair. She dreams of a future where she'll make a mark, As a doctor with a heart that shines in the dark. Yet, for all her medical expertise, Needles make her shiver and freeze. Amidst her life's rainbow, white reigns supreme, But midnight blue and pink, like a dream, Add contrast and depth to her life's theme, A colorful canvas, a vibrant scene.