She has a fiery soul that cannot be tamed.

She has free spirit that cannot be maimed.

She moves with the wind and flows with the river.

She howls at the moon and smiles at the sun.

Just when you think she is finished, she declares, “I’ve just begun.”

Like wild flowers, she grows where she decides to push through fallow ground

Like wild fires, she spreads with speed that can’t be drowned.

She has mystery in her blood, magic in her touch and regardless of her frame

she can be too much-wild woman.

She is not predictable, controllable nor the people pleasing kind.

That’s why she is called wild woman and can never be defined.