Listen, there is a lesson here,

Isabella cannot be afraid.

Sweet child, breathe in the breath that calms your soul.

Trying to calm the waters

from the rampant currents of swirling emotions;

that rise up toward the raging wind’s bellowing voice –

Demanding action: Cry. Scream. Wail. Laugh. Be.

Without hesitation,

she looks to the horizon painted blushing mauve and loving lilac

and breathes in the healing colors.

Battling heartbeats slow while nerves ease

and the winds cease…

Imagination springs forth with revived passion –

a wild waiting to welcome your soft body.