Breath of Fresh Air

No perfume can capture,
the lure of your scent.
A flower's worth
isn’t found
in others it seeks,
the velvet rose,
eyes up the daisies
white slips,
but each petal whispers
its own fragrance.

No words can reveal,
the kindness in your heart.
Trees talk a language
that’s older than words,
the gnarled Oak
compared
to Willow’s beauty,
yet;
in the woods,
they turn to each other for help.

No photo can enshrine,
the fire in your eyes.
Ignoring the paths
that others
may tread,
covetous hills stand tall,
with valleys
held close,
while rivers run low,
rework their own flows.

In your own story,
you’re the breath of fresh air.

Let comparisons fade
like the mist at dawn,
embrace your reflection,
the crescent,
the moon,
for the beauty of living
is simply being you.

You’re a one-of-a-kind
with your very own tune.
Let your dancing declare
You are a breath of fresh air.