SHE IS II

She is the child of the wind,
Her feet, like hurricanes, fly.
She is the child of the morning mist,
Unseen by the human eye.
She is the child of nature
Whose heart, yet, runs wild.
She is the child of the sun,
Creates the day ever so wild.
She is the child of the storm,
She makes the rain fall through the trees.
She is the child of your heart,
The child that nobody sees.