Precious

There is something mysterious about her for to others, she's not what she seems she does not speak, or talk to all others they don't see, in her heart, all her dreams when she looks at the sky, she cries for it's beauty.. never dies.. or lies she's the smallest of birds like a wren and is gentle, speaks in love, is her scent but she is cautious of dangers, is beware but can carry the stormiest wind, on her wings and her love, is like softest white feathers but is fragile, so tiny...so precious she swoops down to drink in earth beauty and all of its wonderous things she'll not talk, but will go on continually hears Gods music, it's love , but is shrewdly for she wants to live life , in earths wonderous strings like the harp , that it's harmony brings she cant talk, but feels...everything and hears music, it's then her voice, sings and when he finally hears her, he see's what he could not, or would not, see before for it's a love, for her God...she believes it's the music , in her heart.........................he adores