Tapestry

Looking up at the morning sun,
Brighter than the stars of night,
Her face glows with serenity,
Radiating her calm contentment
As she stands there, atop the hill.

Winds whisper secrets in her ears,
Widening her smile inch by inch,
Playing with her flowing hair,
The mountain breeze stays around
Keeping her company, atop the hill.

Below her lay the valley, her village,
Tiny dots housing families for generations,
Her almond eyes surveyed them,
Mapping in her mind her beloved place,
As she stood there, atop the hill.

Her elegant, angular nose lifted high,
She breathed in freedom,
She smelled the scent of life
Wafting around her and from her,
As she stood, atop the hill.

In the morning sun,
As she stood there,
Her face shone angelically,
A village belle, she was,
Gifted with life and simple joys.

- Khushi Kaul