Analysis of A Muse

‘There shall be a poetess born,
Ensouled with poetic leanings….'
She cried, pulled from her watery world
breathing in the alien air….
The years and seasons came and went,
and found the muse alone at play
amid her native dimensions,
romping free and singing verses:
♫♫♪♪♪ wall,
♫♫♪♪♪ fall...
Her tender years end with a pause.
…Adulthood dawned brightly on her,
a comely grace and pleasing face.
Like a fledgling that leaves its nest
She, resolved, flew a flight west
with assistance of providence….
The years passed bye when she'd returned
With a masters degree she earned
And prophecy preserved in print-
her personal anthology.
Today she's known for civic pride
reading poems to hometown ears
of life's lessons contained inside
amassed from long, meaningful years.