Her brilliance and beauty and kindness
She could be described as someone with the cunning of a fox
But that does not do justice to her
Her eyes glimmer and shine with a spark of intelligence
She rarely speaks but when she does
It could be said her mouth is filled to the brim with words
But the truth is that her mind works too fast for her body
That her words are rushed and mushed
Because she has so much to say
That her mouth is overflowing with a flood
Of ideas and song lyrics and stories and laughter
Oh, her wonderful laughter
How it sounds and how she looks
It does not bubble up, that is not her
Her laughter starts small and flows through her body
Like wind through trees, one branch hitting another
Starting a chain reaction
Her eyes crinkle up and she smiles
She starts to laugh and her body starts shaking
With pure happiness
