She floats in chaos...And I love the way she floats.

She floats in chaos.
The world around her vibrates in crude ways,
And yet it bows its rude head, when she passes it by.
For, she floats in chaos.

Serenity emanates from her,
As she goes about attending to chores,
Lending kind ears to distressed souls.

She seems so fragile,
That the wind might claim her for its own.
Yet, she holds her ground,
For she is strong within.

Everyone has their own problems,
And she is no stranger to that.
Her sharp senses help her around,
Her intuition, her saviour.

It’s hard to believe that this floating lady,
Was once, a gangling little girl,
Only a few summers back.

I still remember her,
In pinafores and blue checks,
Fumbling around the school,
Afraid of the wind abducting her,
Any moment.

But she has come a long way,
In so few years,
And she has learnt to float.

To dance in peace,
With the bloom of youth upon her cheek,
In spite of the permeating chaos.

The little red rose has blossomed full,
In all its radiance, and honeydew fragrance.