Flowers in her veins
Rosy are her cheeks.
The scent of jasmine lingers as it seeps from her pores.
Sweet nectar is in her veins. With fingertips gracefully gliding along the noses of blooms.
Strolling through a valley with flowers as tall as she.
Suspecting at one time she was a fairy among these lands.
Fluttering. Flittering. Hopping joyously from one blossom to the next.
She whispers their language.
Hearing the sounds roll off of her tongue as softly as petals fall delights her ears.
Waving and swaying in unison while they dance in the breeze.
Smiling. Shining. As the sun warms her heart.
This. This is home.