Ella Mental

   I was born of the wind. In the instance it whispered its secret to the green leaves & suspended them in the animation of the breeze. In that breath, I began.

   I was born of colors. In the green of youth & the blue  that tints gray hair. In the red of passion, the brown of the earth, in the purple that shades a deep winter to weather a soul. Yellow, the tinge that radiates from the sun bright with energy on a mid-summer's day; and the orange that glows as the sea engulfs the setting sun on an early fall evening. In the shimmer from a prism upon a curious eye, I came to be.

   I was born of natures aviators. The courage of birds & the wax of bees. With a heart to brave uncertainty, the flexibility to mold & fit myself, and the ambition to reach for the sky.

    I was born through the sound of a wise woman's laugh when it met with the strong crash of Poseidon's tides... Born with the appreciation of; and the ability to understand, silence. Birthed by the water- an estuary bled me into life.

c.marie