her soul may be old
                     her eyes see all anew
                     a gift that was given
                     during a birth, so cruel

                     speaking to all creatures
                     with telepathic grace
                     understanding her moods
                     they won't leave, in haste

                     oceans in astounding blue
                     you can see the earth's core
                     flower filled meadows
                     summon nostalgic lore

                     old withered cherry trees
                     stand proud in their day
                     the memories they gave
                     live on for many decades

                     etched in her memory
                     sacred moments unite
                     sterile soil brings tears
                     fertilized in the night

                     tiny pink blossoms
                     softly cry out in pain
                     nothing is forsaken
                     no life lived, in vain

                     a world filled with gypsy's
                     galavanting through time
                     time is filled with seasons
                     time tells no lies

                     we all have our stories
                     matter not where you've been
                     infinity lasts an eternity
                     like memories lost in the wind...
                    

                      
                      
                       
            
                    

          an original poem written by Zenith Elliott
          on 10-24-03