Poetic Portraits – Simi says…

She sits where silence softly grows,
Among the petals’ whispered prose.
A butterfly rests in her flowing hair,
Like nature paused to linger there.

A street of dreams, a scarf of rose,
She blooms in ways the world seldom knows.
She brings a light, both warm and bright,
A spark that turns dull air to flight.

Joy gently flows wherever she goes,
She paints the grey with secret glows.
No need to chase the noisy race,
She finds her pace in still embrace.

The cobbled path, the sky’s soft hue,
A gentle soul in every view.
She holds the hush the heart dreams of,
A moment still, a world of love.

Simi

Her boots met paths the clouds had kissed,
Through serpent roads and twilight mist,
She walks with silence by her side,
A soul in search, a gentle guide.

Her lens, a window to the wild,
Catches the hush where nature smiled.
She does not hunt, she does not claim,
She simply honors every name.

Among the bends and whispered breeze,
She stands beneath the watching trees
And those who follow in her trail,
Learn how the quiet can prevail.

A flash of wings, a burst of hue,
A shutter blinks, the world turns new.
She teaches eyes to slow their race,
To find the wild in every space.

Not just alone, but hand in hand,
She leads small tribes across the land,
To see, to wait, to feel, to know
The hidden heartbeats nature shows.

Chandra, whose gaze can make us see
The vastness held in canopy
Through you, we learn to simply be
More still, more kind, more wild, more free.