All is still tonight, there is no sound nor forwarding glances. Just a stillness nothing can be aware of her presence nor her departure. The trees want to sway with her and spirit but though she is free, they cannot move. She moves along. Quiet is the pond with nothing moving except for breaths that are silent, she can move quickly with her steps and not make a sound.
The world is hush now, her hand glazes by animals it shivers as she touches it. Scared to move but she must and leaves don’t crunch under her feet. While she is here time and space move to her rhythm because she brings what few has and what few want to have. She turns and smiles and like that she is gone and the earth can move again.
Until the stillness comes present again, we will morn that she is gone, the calming of storm she dances alone in the moonlight with the stars as her friends.
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