The vivid crimson locks crowning her head
speak only a fraction of the fire inside.
Small of stature, but tall and fierce
leaping onto the highest platforms to deliver her address.
All those waiting
wonder how this tiny being can hope to think
she can move the parade with only a few words.
Once she opens her mouth,
her voice soars,
thunderous compassion forcing their hearts to pound as one.
Their feet march without order,
the cause more true and just
than any they have heard before.
No longer a spoilt princess.
A leader, brighter than the sun.