Finding Peace

And that’s when she ran through the buttercups

Laughing as the wind blew, her dress catching on the stalks

Of wildness ahead of her

Limbs falling over limbs, tumbling into fields of yellow

Fingers grasping everything, petals that she never knew

Dropped her ring into the stream, endless depths of flowing green

Sunlight dancing on the bubbles, bees buzzed and skylarks hovered

Running through the forest clearing, fairy ferns and boughs were leaning

Naked feet and tendrils tangled, on she ran and forward fleeting

Daring in her dusky freedom, unfettered dreams amassed around her

Peace it came at last it found her