Is she Queen, or displaced sweet girl sneaking tastes of maple syrup?
Who will she be when she grows? Life is long long and there are riddles,
But her heart is open to balance. This Silver Woman is playful.
She breathes into the clouds and life is all around her.
Loved ones visit and love, and hold her dear. Home is the heart;
The beauty and elegance of her…pride, grace, curiosity and culture.
No churches, no teachers but the great ash, the deer unwelcome, the rain lifting tiles…
It is family. Blood. The land. Golden 13 year-old locks bouncing in the sun. 
16 boys building robots. Son in reverence. There is peace in her silver crown.