She dances, by the light of full moon night, <br />In her silvery dress, to the tune of an unheard song. <br />Her feet paint in sand, sweeping and swirling, <br />Spilling trinkets, her little treasures, with every step of hers. <br />Breeze, spells out his secrets in her ears, filling the air with-, <br />The sound of her laughter, echoing with ecstasy. <br />The veil of darkness removed, comes the break of dawn, <br />And she basks in the golden rays, a melody on her lips. <br />Gently she waltz, to a tune of her own, <br />The princess she is, the princess of her land. <br />Gentle yet elegant, she looks on, from her palace, <br />As moments shed, from the great tree of time. <br />Then she rise from throne, with a tremor in her heart, <br />Gentle no more, anger writ in her eyes. <br />In her stride, she captures, beholders of land; mortals, <br />The land taken, destroyed, her fury undone. <br />‘Tsunami’, her warrior, toys the world around, <br />And yet, she looks on, gentle and elegant, <br />The princess she is, the princess of her land.<br /><br />Sreeja Sreedharan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-princess/
