The Good Girl

She walks alone by the edge of the sea, Where waves like whispers speak tenderly, Their fingers trace the curve of sand, Calling her out from the quiet land. The trees above in shadowed grace, Watch her move with a gentle pace, Green leaves quiver, like lovers' sighs, As if they’d known her silent cries. Deep in the earth, the roots entwine, As steadfast as her heart’s design, Unseen, yet strong beneath her feet, A secret world where forces meet. The bushes bend, the grasses sway, The sea hums soft at the close of day, While she, with love too wide to hold, Stands there young, yet strangely old. In every leaf and rolling wave, She finds the love she cannot save.