She dances on the fields of imagination

like the wind,

Wild and unbound.

A creative soul,

Inspiration for all around.

She flows like a river,

Ever changing, ever new.

Embracing each moment,

As a flower kisses the dew.

She wanders like the clouds,

Sometimes dark, sometimes light.

Ever exploring, ever seeking,

A dream in the constant flight.

She is today and tomorrow,

A fleeting thought, a timeless song.

At once still and stirring,

She marches to her own destiny.

A child of the earth,

Yet belonging to the skies.

Always becoming,

This free spirit flies.

Igor Marynowski: poetry and illustration