Army Mom’s Safe Haven

Christina: Maiden


I am wrapped in a soft blanket of blue
I listen to the alpha wolf call his mate
My eyes are dark, and somewhat wise
I feel the wind, and taste the waters
and see the moon against the skies --
I honor Nature and her beauties
When wolves, and trees and waters are gone
I will be the Maiden who cries.

©Copyright October 2003 by Christina