L.A., WOMAN

She got everything she needs,
She is an artist, she don’t look back,
She is a rebel, she lets her heart bleed,
Bringing softness in her wild.

She doesn’t fall—she dives,
Deep into the abyssal dark,
Electrifying every soul she touches,
Sharing warmth from an unending spark.

She is the heart, the divine mystery,
The origin of every transformation.
She is the center, the only anchored point,
The essence where every life takes flight.

She is the fire, she never ceases to burn,
Within her, a radiant blaze.
She is the mother, moving through life with fearless grace.

She is the water, flowing through every space,
Soft and powerful, shaping her place.
She adapts, she transmutes, she survives,
In every drop, her essence thrives.

She is the wind, whispering secrets,
Gentle caress or fierce truth.
She is the earth, grounding every stride,
In her, the world's wonders reside.

She is the butterfly, barely emerged from its cocoon.
She is the angelic degree where reality stops revolving around him.

She is L.A., woman, a force of her own.
In her vast universe, she stands alone.
Unbound, unbroken, endlessly free,
She is everything, she is all she needs to be.