She

She feels alone in a crowd at times.
She feels comforted by trusted companions.
She loves dragons and squirrels and bees and sunshine.
She is human.
She is detailed.
She is bursting with love for the oneness that connects us all.
She sees the details in others.
She loves those details.
She loves to solve puzzles,
to figure out why things work the way they do,
why they don't work the way they do.
She want to solve everything,
though knows small steps from within are required for such change.
She wants to be a poet.
She is a lover, a teacher, a friend, a companion, a dreamer, a creator.
She wants to free all circus animals.
She grows.
She sees it.
She is me.
She is you.
She is us.
She is within and without.
She is running water.
She is camping with peacocks.
She begins her sentences with she.