Such is her beauty

The wind blows her name,
carrying it gently through the leaves of the trees,
as delicate as a lover’s whisper,
it finds the ears of those who listen,
but those souls who hear what is softly spoken,
are few and far between.
The long grass in the meadow bows at her feet,
But she is too humble to notice these things.
Such is her beauty.


©️ 2021 Lathen Griffiths