The Humanitarian

She sees the walks of life
And admires all of their beauties.
Within them is herself
She hears the voices of her continuity.

She listens to herself
That's why she seems so collected.
A woman who counts her trials and her errors
Is the one who knows the heart she has manifested.

Nurtured and nested
Are those who come to stay or to go.
When a woman works on her character
She lets them be with all they have to show.

As the stage lights up
Her eyes open; she is about to start.
To breathe among a grueling humanity
Is to present what she has in her heart.

Black as coal is the soul.
Light as silver is her mold.
She shapes her words
To manage the ideas she can hold.

Limited with abundance.
A perspective you can come to indulge.
Slowly will food for thought filter.
Vigilant is a good heart with a stomach full.

Prepared was the work.
Dutiful is the world.
Speaking kindly is the soul
Who believes you are precious as a pearl.

~ B