She comes to me alone
Running from a snowbound
Desolate valley of doubt

Shivering from cold
Yet fiery with passion
She tells of her native country

Stories of a river now dry
A lover now parted
A brother, lost forever

She walks confidently near me
Head inclined to the sun
Tall, lean, full of grace

I smell courage in her scent
See comets blaze in her eyes
Feel the prairie trembling at her feet

She is the presence of power
She is the absence of fear