I have never met her

I've never met her

I don't know what to expect

I know she has a rose on her thigh 

And a butterfly on her chest 

Rumours have it she's the best

I know she goes by wildflower 

Though the men who've loved her say she's wild fire

Many people she can be 

But in the end she uses her heart to see

For power she places crystals in the center of tree stumps

Once she made a kite from feathers 

And managed to make it fly in stormy weather

There are times when she can take it some more 

When truly it is something she adores

Late at night

She goes outside To meet the spirits In her backyard 

And like a child Makes wishes upon the stars