She feels it all... The tribulations an individual undergoes—the fatigue they befriend after an arduous journey... Her heart fills the pen strokes when she writes on behalf of others...

Four beats sound from birds atop trees like that of a rhythmic metronome

A chord escapes the glaring light; strings that elicit warmth before the sun dares reach you. It was undeniably the woman's forte with wind wafting past your ears within tempo

Atop the verdant grass stands the artistic paragon with her voice under key as her cherry toned hair shivers under the gust

"Hm, no... I'm off key~" She harmonized playfully before twirling over to you "You seemed to be drawn to my practice...Any Thoughts?"