She has dreams with wings Yet is grounded to the sea. The ocean calls for her passion; An artists flight to believe. Those kind eyes wide to the magic all around.
Onto paper go her gifts; Taken from the trees,the seas; the deep blues, and bright greens.
The comfort that is her presence to humble those she meets, A true heart and a soul of the coast. A muse to calm the beasts.
Most footsteps fade with the incoming tide, but her strides crack the rock. Her path cannot hide, as it echoes like the wind, crashes upon us like a wave. Her path is engrained, so that others can find; inspiration, beauty, and a place to confide.