In a graceful dance, curls begin to unwind, Hair, a textured symphony, so beautifully kind. With each gentle movement, tales are unfurled, Revealing secrets and rebellions of the world.
A playful rhythm, their vibrant spirit to show. The strands, like ribbons, in the breeze they glide, Bouncy and lively, they defy gravity's hold, Springing with joy, their stories unfold. Embracing their natural form, they proclaim, "We are untamed wonders, no two the same."
From tight coils to loose waves, a blend so fine. Soft as a cloud, yet with fire in their gaze, They dance like sunlight's golden rays. A testament to nature's art that never dies. So let it sway, let it move with delight, For within those wild curls, stories ignite.