Her skin radiates, a toasty brown
and her hair is tinted white in places
by the sun's summer rays.
She breathes the honeysuckle laden air
bare feet warmed by sunlight kissed soil
and her soul laughs as she runs and plays.
Forgotten for this moment
are the scars she hides meticulously
so others might not spy.
Here she is secluded, safe, and joyful
as she sheds her long burdened soul
and sunbeams dry the tears from her eye.