A woman is a fertile soil. She is pain and she is joy. She is bread. She is water. She’s everywhere, you see? She is past memories and future’s dream, A woman lives within the jungles of the mind. She breathes and whispers through the Wind. She falls twice, she stands thrice. Touch her body and she knows. For she is wild and she is untamed. And nothing can stop her Always transforming, forever evolving, Her body may die but her spirit lives forever.