Timbers Gone Poem by sayia willows

Free of spirit, body and soul
To her heart there was no key,
Captured by nothing, nothing at all
I wonder even by me.
In her veins ran the ultimate symbol
Of triumph over time,
Her beauty was a picture
Of the perfect design.
Her eyes held the ghost of ancestors
That roamed before,
Strength, courage and grace
She was to the core.
High upon a mountain
She now stands so regally,
A wisp of wind, she fades away
But not from my memory.