She stood on a high hill,
standing in her high heels,
the earth beneath her undulating,
wind whipping her hair, breathing,
the past behind on the sunset,
the future ahead on the sunrise,
birds soar and wheel in nothing,
free…
No price to pay,
only laughter and joy,
she laughed,
like the bird,
she has wings,
like the bird,
she has freedom,
so beautiful,
her smile
the sieve and the sand 