She

She moves through this world like a soft freight train.

Whispering with the force of a tornado

Smiling like a desert sun

She fades into the background -- like a mountain in the mist

Flooding the world with her tears -- both sad and joyful.

Allowing passengers to come and go, glad to embark, glad to depart.

Stung by her own exuberance

But embracing the passion.