Like a diary untold she bleeds the words never written on the pages for she wears them on her sleeve. So young and so effortlessly reckless she moves at a wiser pace than others. She moves with feeling like rivers flow with reason. All to well she knows where she is going with no regard to the winds of change she moves up, down, and around her own path. Exploring, and ever changing like the seasons she still remains true to her unspoken diary of youth that manifests within her. I have watched, observed and carried her in her ever ending journey only to learn she is who carries me like the river carries life. What can a little sister teach a big sister? She will teach me to dream my biggest dreams. She will teach me to be ambitious like the trees who only wish to grow tall one day. And when I can no longer grow she will grow for the both of us and I will be there watching. Her words unwritten will flourish into youth and into forever without the pages to convey the woman she is learning to be for she is the tree who brings the pages to life.
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