From the plains she arose, a Cheyenne soul,
With hair like spun gold, a spirit bold.
Upon her steed, she raced through the day,
A warrior princess, paving her own way.
Cheyenne spirit, wild and free,
With a heart full of love for all living things to see.
In every creature, a kindred soul she found,
A bond unbreakable, a love profound.
Her eyes held wisdom, her touch brought grace,
A shaman's vision, a timeless embrace.
The horses whispered secrets in her ear,
Their trust and loyalty, a bond held dear.
With laughter like sunshine, and tears like rain,
She embraced life's cycles, its joy and its pain.
In every sunrise, a new hope was born,
A Cheyenne maiden, a warrior reborn.
Cheyenne spirit, wild and free,
With a heart full of love for all living things to see.
In every creature, a kindred soul she found,
A bond unbreakable, a love profound.
Blond hair flowing, spirit so bright,
A Cheyenne princess, a beacon of light.
Her love for the horses, a sight to behold,
A tale of strength, a story yet untold.