Quiet and smooth
Gently caressing her shores
Then darts like a busy sparrow
Moving back and forth
She looks a bit unsettled
Yet charming all the more
She grabs my attention
Fleeting and drifting around
Vanishing swiftly from my gaze
A glimpse slowly slipping away
She appears reticent
Reserved in her words
That glide softly through the breeze
Yet soaring like a kite above the trees
She contradicts her own moves
Or perhaps I read them wrong
I wish I could trace her mind
And find her lovely inner signs