Jess, a Capricorn
One wondering why she's born
She's poring through her natal chart for why she's come to form
Was she a letter torn?
A dress that wasn't worn
Now Saturn's sent a stellium in her with which to warn
It's she who is the storm
Both wintry and warm
One weathering no matter what her way wishes to harm
A staple standing strong
She's climbing up and on
From doe to goat of sea to sky whose life is right and long
