Gypsy

She dances to the beat of her own drum,
A spirit untethered and free.
Her hair wild like fire,
Her eyes bright like an eclipse.

They call her Gypsy,
Because she has the soul of the wanderer,
Always seeking adventure
And never content to be a mere observer.

She's a traveler through the currents of life,
And a lover of all that's wild and untamed.
The world is her canvas,
Her journey, an ever-changing landscape.

She wanders with the winds,
A nomad of sorts,
Guided by her intuition,
Following the call of her core.

She knows that a gypsy's soul
Is meant to roam and explore,
And with every step she takes,
She finds herself a little further.

And so they let her dance in the moonlight,
And roam through fields of gold,
Because a woman with a gypsy's soul
Can never be caged or directed.