By: Naa Doodua Doodo
She is gentle like the spring,
Rushing like the deer
Upon the mighty waters,
Calming our nerves with her gentle soothing,
Reviving every drooping spirit along the flow,
Bringing relief to everyone she meets.
She is as pure as snow,
Her eyes sparkled like refined minerals,
Clear as crystals, reflecting a light
That warms the coldest heart.
With every word, a balm for weary souls,
She mends what’s broken, quiets our storms,
A presence soft as morning mist,
Yet steady as the river’s course.
In her wake, peace lingers like a song,
Restoring hope where it has gone.
The Observer
Beautiful
Nice one