To Have a Voice

A moonless sky above her,

A grassless plain below,

She shut off the buzzing

Of her mind. 

A blissful silence evaded the 

Rough and tumble of

Waves crashing

Against the shore.  

Chaos and freight attempting to 

Permeate her serenity.

The clouds greyed and

Violet loomed before

Thunder roared and 

Lightning shattered the sky.

She didn’t stir.

Her head is planted into the ground, 

Roots growing from her ears and

entangling with the soil. 

Her toes point towards the heavens,

Thanking the sky that rages. 

Her arms crossed her torso  

And her eyes hid in darkness

Like the lifeless 

Underground without 

Breath or voices. 

But her air was warm 

And crisp, 

Her energy vibrant 

With teal and lavender 

Radiating around her.  

She began to hum.

Her soft tune was light but 

Intoxicating,

Conducting the clouds to swirl

And storm to pulsate.  

The sky roared as

The rain poured

And showers tried to

Subdue

Her melody. 

Discordant rumbling clashed

With her sweet song as 

The vibrations battled,

A deafening orchestra between 

war and peace. 

Her heart embedded in the Earth,

A vibrato escaped

From her core.

Her lashes part as her eyes open, 

Piercing the souls above.  

Time faced defeat.

Raindrops froze midair, 

Levitated by her gravity.

Lightning bolts suspend, 

Defying the laws of nature.

The elements rewinded. 

Rain fell upward,

The violet sky faded to navy, 

Wind slumped to the dust. 

But her notes never faded. 

Her song persists. 

The ground, now 

Burrowed into her being,

Seeps into her harmony, 

Once again a soft song. 

She thanks the sky

For her life and fierceness,

As her skin begins to 

Tingle with electricity, 

And the waves start to crash once more.