She couldn’t hold back,

And made no effort to

When it felt like this.

Why wouldn’t she allow

This something wonderful

To take its rightful place.

Since her spring came,

With things blossoming

And simply opening up.

Unreserved she flowered,

Into the possibilities

Now being presented.

All the elements somehow

Conspired for it to be

As beautiful as it was.

How should it be that

Any reason could exist

To ever try to deny her,

When she herself had

Chosen to surrender

To her becoming.
Ria 2016