The Mountains of Miracles

Feel the breeze,
Make the tide go wider,
See me as I spread my scarf,
Wind blowing in alternate directions.

She is a sunshine from heavens smiling,
A delightful price and a thoughtful miracle,
Her prayers keep slipping from her fingers,
Yet her methods never end.

She keeps calling out for the Gods to hear,
Let the walls and armies fall,
But no love will fade when she is around to fight for it.

Sincerely,
Ellie Rayne